Sweet love that I held so close
The hand I held and needed most
The lips I kissed so many times
Oh love never were you mine
For a split second you let me believe
That I had you back and you’d never leave
I guess I was just the easiest to convince
But I haven’t stopped hurting since..
Oh love I know I’m easy to forget
But I’m so sure you were ‘it’
That person for whom I would give my life
But instead I was discarded and left to die
There may be plenty of fish in the sea
But none who would ever look at me
You alone could see my beauty
And you alone have broken me
Oh love tonight while you’re by her side
I hope you look out into the night
And think of me as I’m waving goodbye
Never again will your eyes meet mine
I’m leaving now to start a new life
Somewhere far from knowing eyes
Oh love I’d kiss your lips tonight
But never were you truly mine
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This is really well written, very moving! You have such a good command of the English language. Thank you for sharing it.
Thanks for the massive compliment!
Nice poem-however there are definitely other fish in the sea who would look at you.
So I’d say forget about the other guy and find someone new. Who knew I could rhyme too. 🙂
Ohhh. Smooth. Lol such a poet. 🙂
Lol, thank ya…thank ya very much. 😉
Sams this is powerful. The image caught my eye instantly and I knew it had to be you posting 🙂
Ok ready for my art psychological psychobabble review? Here goes anyway ha.
The colors you chose, as you often do, are vibrant and fiery. Again this taps on the subtle theme in your art that despite the hopeless situation, you’re not quite down for the count. That thought makes me feel good even though I know you’re hurting bad.
I could dwell on the first 4 lines for days: “Sweet love that I held so close / The hand I held and needed most / The lips I kissed so many times / Oh love never were you mine”
If love is found to be fake, does that mean the whole thing was a sham? If that were the case then we should all be able to move on from heartbreak without batting an eye. Like having a lottery ticket that you thought was the winner but then realizing you read 1 number wrong. You just say “oh well would’ve been nice” and move on.
Why can’t we do that when love turns out to be a lie? I think it’s because when we fall in love we’re not actually falling in love with another person but rather with the *idea* of love. The idea of being with the 1 person who can see our beauty & worth. So, even when that person turns out to be an illusion it still hurts like hell because that person crushed our hopes.
But I think you know that, as the last line of your poem says “But never were you truly mine.” He was just a lottery ticket that you read the number wrong. Doesn’t mean you should stop playing the lottery. Gawd I do come up with some lame analogies this early in the morning 😛
Haha Salt, I love your art psychological psychobabble reviews. Always hit the nail right on the head and somehow make me feel a little better in the process. Thanks for that.
Aw I’m so glad it helps. It helps me too because I feel like I’ve gone through, or am going through, so many of the things your art & poetry touches on.
As per usual you deliver.
Keep posting!
@Salt, I don’t think it is that the love was ever fake or a sham. Love can be both white, black and grey at the same time. A sunrise a sunset and everything inbetween. It is one of the enjoyable things about humans, we can hold two mutually exclusive fundamentally opposed ideas together, on a tight rope. And even seemingly in balance. Not even necessarily taking into account the dimension of the another human. (i.e. Just because I love them, do they love me?).
Sometimes you see and feel love so deeply and intensely that no matter the action that follows, you will never question ‘that moment in the past’.
You’re definitely right about one thing. No matter how much you love someone, they may not ever love you. Talk about a pain in the ass.
You just made me chortle.
Ha! Never hurts. Glad that did it for you.
Ceph, you’re right that love, whatever that is, can be all sorts of things. I would even say that a fake love (like someone cheating on you the whole time) can be as real as any true love (if you never find out about the cheating). What sucks is when you DO find out that you were misled or betrayed. That’s when everything falls apart, happy memories go sour, and the bliss of love turns into the pain of betrayal all the way back to the day you met. It sucks that love can flip from the highest high to the lowest low without any warning, and that’s tough to prepare for, or recover from.