There is a place deep within my heart,
Holding a secret, I refuse to impart,
Lost somewhere in the stream of time,
When my woe became my biggest crime.
Not long ago, I coveted something unique,
Opposite of love, something no one should seek,
The fool, that I was, never realized it,
If it's not meant for you, you can't find it.
My jealousy was without a cause from the start,
In the palm of my hand, I was holding her heart.
Now, only emptiness in its place resides,
I was the one who crushed it from inside.
With my carelessness, I ended up destroying,
Letting it slip away, I wasn't even trying.
To hold on to it tightly, not even for an instant,
Something that's now a memory of the distant.
Truth be told, eternity is an absurd notion.
Honestly, even love isn't a resilient emotion,
Perhaps my insecurities have led me here;
Or it's the inescapable fate that caused this fear.
Here I stand now, all alone in the darkness,
Remorse for company, my woes the only witness;
Once again, hoping for the impossible to happen,
Another chance to find love with the same person.
I might not deserve it now, even if I had it once.
But knowing that doesn't make any difference,
I was afraid to see the truth back then,
But I can't let history repeat itself again.
Staring at me from the abyss,
My despair is mocking me and telling me this;
The truth can't be denied; what's done is done,
A battle that's ended can no longer be won.
In the palm of my hand, I held her heart.
I should have been careful from the start,
I broke it with my lack of faith,
It's useless to hope I can go unscathed.
So here I stand, wishing for the impossible,
Willing to pick up the pieces before they crumble.
What I broke callously, I now wish to mend,
With her, I want another life to spend.
Within my heart, deep down somewhere,
There is a voice I can now hear,
Telling me to be brave, one last time,
She might just forgive my fatal crime.
I will gladly hold all the broken pieces,
As long as her pain erases,
Getting my hands sliced won't be any trouble,
I'll happily bleed, as long as I'm the only one to struggle.
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Not Loveless
PoetryIt is a collection of poems that will make you laugh or cry out in despair. Sometimes, both at once. They will light up your soul and make you feel alive. That's not all of it though, there is a lot more that you might find between these lines...
