This is Love!

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    This is Love!

    This is love!

     

    You blow me false kisses

    Behind words hurled in anger

    Connecting to my psyche like a fist and pushing it against my skull

    You smile seductively while making my bed of broken glass

    and ask me to accept the pain as pleasure

    Your words ring hollow and out of key so badly

    you cover your own ears so you don’t have to hear

    the daggers of hatred disguised as phrases flying past your ears

    yet aimed at my head

    You take my kindness and use it as your protection

    and give me nothing in return to cover myself from

    the bitter cold that surrounds me

    My tears run down the inside of me like condensation

    on your glass of brandy and ice because it hurts to damn bad to cry on the outside and let you see any more of my pain

    As you plan my demise I laugh behind your back

    Knowing the grave you dig for me is where you will reside

    You rubbing against me with the stench of your insecurity

    only serves to make my rough edges smooth

    and my aura gleam like diamonds

    and this is why you hate me

    through the turmoil raging like rivers

    and the mountains you pull down to bury me under

    I raise my hand and say STOP!

    and the universe bows down to acquiesce

    because I am love

    in your attempts to break me down

    you build me up

    through the grey haze of our life together I see the horizon crimson and indigo

    and I know one day it won’t be like this

    you read to me daily from books of unspoken criticism

    but it only allows me to see more clearly how much I deserve better

    and how you really couldn’t love me anyway because the concept is foreign to your comprehension

    you push me away in an attempt to draw me closer but

    but the freedom of being out of your gaze is more intoxicating

    than the fantasy world I created to live in with you

    since reality was like committing suicide and somewhere

    deep down I know I love myself more than I love you

    I allowed you to visit my heart of hearts and you moved right in,

    pulled up a chair, poured yourself a drink and put your feet up on my feelings

    used my body as an easy chair and lived the easy life as I carried the world on my shoulders but you can stay here as long as you wish

    and live with the echoes of blame and loud voices and slamming doors

    because I have created a home for myself built on kindness and shared respect and loving sacrifices,

    I have decorated it with endless love and tears of joy

    The air is sweet with harmony in this place

    God lives here

    and I walk barefoot and spin circles until I fall down dizzy laughing

    and to my surprise I hear distant laughter in the distance

    and a heart that beats to the rhythm of my own

    His arms are open and in them

    is a bouquet of his all blooming and new as a gift

    he places all of the unnecessary things outside the doorways

    I made out of rainbows and throws open the curtains of doubt to let in the light

    he whispers I am sent from I AM and sweeps his dark hand towards the window

    I look out upon the green hill tops and for a second realize I can barely

    make out your form and I know it is because I never really knew you

    never had the love you promised the was mine, promises never kept aren’t promises at all and I cannot truly yearn for the loss of that which never existed but in my mind

    so as easily as you dismiss me like unimportance

    minimize my feelings to something less than a whisper

    I am not just leaving I am already gone

    and as you scramble to formulate lies to cover my searing pain like a band aid of I don’t cares

    I turn my back on the sight of you

    On the pain, on the fear, on the chaos, on the destruction of the temple of falsehood you built for me to worship you

    I turn my face with a smile to him

    and hold out my hands to the one who’s name is for me

    and together we spin dizzy circles becoming one blur of black and golden

    his kisses make me drunk with wholeness

    and his hands offer not just protection but support

    his voice speaks a multitude of truth and choirs of angels celebrate

    our union,

    and the laughter dies and hands are held, covenants are made and signed in love with the Lords approval

    I look up at him as joy rains down like moonlight and falling stars and I think…this is love!

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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