We spend so much time focusing on what love isn't
Personifying every action that denotes the image of hate
Then mislabeling it as the epitome of love
But its not... Far from it..
See, I'm no longer allowing the feeling of
Being broken or scarred by "love"
Because if it were true and for me
There would be no pulling of strings!
Am I a toy? I think the fuck not!
Love holds a level of respect and care
For your person's heart and feelings
And to treat them like a game says the opposite
Plus, I have too many feelings to allow
Anyone the power to tear me down
"Oh that must mean my love wasn't really real? right?"
No not at all, it's truly unconditional
But love like all things is an energy
Never lost but energy does shift and/or transform
So if I love you, I love you always
And that will forever be a fact!
Now the way I love you can change because
My love for self comes first as it should be for you
So if you're ever looking for toys
Amazon has plenty... I have no strings to pull
Unbroken is what I will forever be.
About the Creator
Talia M
I’m just a girl whose heart speaks through poetry.
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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