calculated risk
I think,
that as long as you have
the capacity to love,
anything,
then you are vulnerable
to having your heart broken.
.
The greater your love,
the greater the risk of injury.
.
I think,
it’s so totally worth it.
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Posts from the ‘Poetry’ Category
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Jul 18
what she wanted
.
because this is what she wanted
she would will it into truth
this is what she wanted
on a summer’s day, he’d knelt down
on a summer’s day
he had begged, he had nearly begged
and she said yes
she said yes
this is what she wanted
such a good man, steady and true
such a good man
he would give, he would give all he had
and he loved her
he loved her
this is what she wanted
because this is what she wanted
she would will it into truth
that this is what she wanted
.
♦
Feb 9
I want to tell you
Anger, anger,
anger, anger, anger!
In this moment
it all comes
crashing down
on me and it
crushes my lungs
and robs the
breath right
from my lips.
And then again
am I really sad for you,
or for me?
Sometimes it burns,
this sadness,
and I can’t fill up
the emptiness or dismiss
these ever-present thoughts
of you, of loving you
and holding you in
my arms and kissing the
top of your head,
and you smell so sweet
like all little babies do.
I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you…
Most of the time I just love you
and crave you near me,
like you used to be
so very long ago…
I want to hug you,
and know you again.
I want to keep my precious memories
as dear to me as they are now
and still get to have you growing older
like other children do.
I want to tell you how much I love you.
I want to tell you that.
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Nov 11
Disturbed
While you slept,
I came in by the window.
While you slept,
I used that ladder there.
Dangerous thing, a ladder.
Nowadays you can’t
be too careful.
When I was a child,
we slept with unlocked doors.
When I was a child,
we left the windows open
and let the cool evening breezes
brush over us and smooth
our days into dreams in slumber.
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steadily skipping stones 