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Dissolves

Poetry By: aaihalbs
Poetry


To love is to give someone your everything, to know your mistake is a cruel hindsight that always comes too late.


Submitted:Sep 25, 2011    Reads: 16    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   


"You don't want to love--your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere." - D. H. Lawrence

I have detached my everything
Felt emptiness accompanied by fear
Stripped to nothing, transparent,
My secrets slid to the floor
Your eyes spread over uncharted land
Your heart, undiscovered love
Clasped with importance I entrusted
My everything
To you
Little lies, demons prickling my skin
Ravaging my patterns
Designing my thoughts
Forgiving my faulty foolishness
Forgiving nothing else
They whisper to me, and for so long
I doubt them
My everything
Doubts them
Love's white knight shines so brightly
In a summer sun the windswept mane
Of a noble steed
Casts shadows of untold glory
I interpret my shadows,
My devils,
My knights,
My everything,
You
A delicate frame upon my emptiness
Crumbles so easily at the sight
Of your infidelity
Your little lies
Your little secrets
Your little bit of everything
My everything
Dissolves
In your hands you held a world
Of treasures beyond your nature
As Atlas you faltered
As yourself you prevailed
You are full of a love
You can not contain
At night I dream of aches
Reflected, roles reversed
I hold your everything and
My everything
Is replaced




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