It's a funny thing,
That thing,
Especially when done by someone you love,
A deed so simple,
With a ripple so large.
Sex.
A bond between two people that people seem to take advantage of,
They may believe the act to be so simple,
But it's not.
To be so intimate with another does something to you,
Makes you even more connected to that person,
Whether you know it or not.
But to have this bond over careless acts,
A foolish night of passion and fun,
A one night stand.
No,
This wouldn't hurt so much,
It those participating weren't those so close to you,
Your lover,
And one of your very good friends.
Thoughts become toxic,
Like poison on the brain,
"Why do this?"
"How could they?"
"I thought she was my friend..."
To forgive them is even harder,
To let go of that pain,
Reform that trust,
Knowingly thrown away.
But to not forgive is a double edged sword,
The anger festers and boils,
And even if you want to make things alright,
To the time you once had,
Only to be eroded away.
So forgive the two,
Both in different way,
In the end it will only bring peace to you.
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Burning Love
PoetrySo this always growing collection of poems is about how love can be one of the most complex emotions to understand, and how it can affect people (mostly me though). In these little blips of writing I share vague but personal feelings and experiences...
