To Love

Did you forget what it feels like to love?

You would prefer to hate the past

and blame me for all your wrongdoings.

I am an open dart and your hands

the weapon. You did forget,

say the truth, you pretend

to love me. I see through it.

I lay down awake,

but I was a cliche dead

inside. I cried and you watched

me, sending others to comfort me

while you left

silence

destroyed us once again.

I knew this would happen.

I am a witch after all. Love

has a way of pulling you apart

when you close it down.

I can detach, this is my power

I can run, this is my ache

I can stay, this is my mission

I can order for two

and only be one.

All the love you promised

I mopped it away

with the urine stains.

Did you forget what it feels like to love?

I can no longer remind you,

for I forgot what it feels like to love.

I do answer my own questions

I am a poet

after all

and my dog needs me.

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6 comments

  1. Alexandra Meehan · June 29, 2017

    Beautifully written

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · June 29, 2017

      Thank you Lexi! So nice to see you here on my blog, much love xx

      Like

  2. Ward Clever · June 29, 2017

    Powerful piece. Feels like you’re reclaiming yourself.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · June 30, 2017

      Always trying:( thanks

      Liked by 1 person

      • Ward Clever · June 30, 2017

        You’re welcome. I always like to see people gaining themselves.

        Liked by 1 person

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