Memories pressed between the pages of my mind
in this boook of love of mine
love for you which seems to be unending…
this feeling for you never be repenting
this life of mine on you I have shapen
this love from you that was to be forsaken
from you my love for granted taken
to the core I still am shaken
a weird feeling in me awaken
how could I be about you so mistaken
your entire being and your presence
stirs me and a feeling of reverence
towards something precious
that this feeling for you is
the passion inside, fills me
like a high sea level tide
this torment ravages my soul
like a flood ravages a plain
the weeds of my feelings torn
the cosyness of homes and gardens,
villages and people and streets,
all reassuring things away sweeped
all that is left is emptiness
a life repetitive and monotenous
my creed painstakingly monogomous
to a man made a vow
in my soul as if I were
married to you now
please could you show
to live without you how?
unable to look for someone else
it is easier to look at myself
at this distorted image of mine
in this mirror that is this life of mine
for you I would always find time
to dream about you to fantasize
don’t take away from me this pain of mine
for I have nothing else left from you
my friends keep telling me to forget you
that I still tend to protect you
that they meaness and selfishness detect in you
that I always justify you
praise you
as if things done by you were mine
alway being proud about you
that I am a masochist
that if I continue like this
I will soon need a psychiatrist
that I am putting my own sanity to risk
if in this obsession I continue to insist
but the thought of you I cannot resist
or maybe I don’t want to forget you
for I know that nobody will compare to you
you turned my grey skies blue
the repetitive notes of my lamentation
the regular beat of the thoughts in my head
the silences by me unread
i should have done differently
do something else instead
to conquer you to win you
so now I would still see you
and forever be with you.
Tags: insanity, love, memories, obsession, poetry, regrets, thought
