what kind of love
do i think i deserve?
a thing that yields poems
sweet platitudes and flowery words
but no romance
a loveless and lonely
kind of something?
and sure, love can be elating
wouldn’t be such a popular topic
of poems and songs and ballads
if it weren’t
but an unforgiving love
can be such a hollow feeling
like having my chest opened
and emptied
and sewn up again
and i know what that’s really like, too
but this kind of love is more numbing
than cut nerve endings
and the scars that that leaves
glad to have never been in love
since there are only so many ways
to say that you’ve made me cry
and make it sound appealing
but a bard with a broken heart
is something no one wants to see
a broken heart yields no coin
but my heart is weak
my heart is wanting
and i am helpless
in the face of how i feel
how i ache
how i yearn
for you
singing your praises
like any good bard would do
even though you’ve never liked poetry
and isn’t that just my luck,
my love?
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Author:
Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
You are among people tarred with a similar brush for we all love to write verse when so inspired.
I can imagine that for you the heartache and longing is compounded for the gay community has part timers who are only true to their desires at short notice and quickly shrink into self denial.
Very emotional and well expressed writing. Sympathy to you and your quest in these lockdown times. Stay safe and live for a future. On the other side of this coronavirus the world will have become a different place. Some of the changes, whatever they are, may prove to be positives for you.
I’m better than I should be at being a love poet, and trapping myself in unrequited love. The one saving grace in this is that the man I like is anything but heterosexual, he just doesn’t like me back. Don’t think I even want him to, romantically, anyway. I just wanna be his friend.
I am looking forward to a near future where I can see my friends again. Once contact is allowed, I’m certain this heartache will lessen. It has before.
Thank you so much for your kind words, and reading my work. It means a lot that I’m not just “yelling” my poems into the void.
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