I'm sick of this everything
that chains me in gold.
This red ink and flowers.
Spilled across the nothingness -
an emotional void.
The only light is too bright.
I am a circle, he is a square
and we were never meant to fit.
It was never really worth it.
Only dreams filled with pain
when expectations don't meet.
Believe me not once,
but I never want to be alone.
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This is an interesting poem for me as it is a revisit of an old poem I wrote over a year ago.
Spoiler
Musings From The Lonely (What is love?)
What is this everything,
this passion untold?
Of serenades and flowers.
Is but nothingness to me -
an emotional landslide.
But colour to a blind man.
Only circles for this square
with no purposed fit.
Is it really worth it?
Only tales to be said
of expectations not met.
Believe me not once,
but I'd rather die alone.
What is this everything,
this passion untold?
Of serenades and flowers.
Is but nothingness to me -
an emotional landslide.
But colour to a blind man.
Only circles for this square
with no purposed fit.
Is it really worth it?
Only tales to be said
of expectations not met.
Believe me not once,
but I'd rather die alone.
As you can see, it's a bit of a reflection of how much my thoughts and opinions on love have changed. A year seems like such a short time but that one year really has made a huge differences in how I think and feel. I really don't feel like the same person I was a year ago and in some ways, it's kinda disconcerting.