Apr 02 2013
This Agony
Indeed you left me insecure and hopelessly insane
For every moment I’m awake my lips repeat your name
I shall mistake this agony for loving you too much
And maybe that is what it is, if only not as such.
Despite the ache of loneliness, I hold your memory near
Since it is all I have of you – It’s all I have, my dear.
Until my wounds are healed again (and though they’ll never be),
I hope, still, I am on your mind. Dear, do you think of me?
Remembering must hurt me much, but I do not recall,
If I was simply not enough, or not enough at all.
Rejection was my punishment if I did not do well.
And every time I did, I died. My dear, couldn’t you tell?
Unjustly brought to court, and tried. Convicted as a thief
What did I steal? Your time? Your hate? The cold cell brought relief.
For I intended not to cry, and cry I did not do
but all that empty time, and space, brought much to front of you.
Please teach me how to earn your pride. It’s all I must achieve.
And if I made you happy once you wouldn’t want to leave.
I shan’t mistake this agony for anything but love
This love’s all I can give to you so love must be enough.
nice one..could have added more metaphors..
I do suppose that I could have. I didn’t, though, and for good reason.
Thank you for reading.