There are many things of which I do not know
why the taste of wine-stained lips,
soft skin and silken sheets,
grasped in tender fingertips,
makes lustful hearts skip their beats;
or why the tide rushes, so subtly brushes,
as a hand of longing on the shore,
why it loves so quickly—freely,
and then no more.
but for all the things I do not know,
one greater truth presides,
people, they may come and go—
but never so
do lies.
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Author:
benevolentbluebabe (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I found out recently that my partner had cheated on me, for an extended period of time. Lies cannot be forgotten. The damage they inflict leave a person broken—trust is shattered, reconciliation is hopeless. And yet, for what reason, I do not know, I still love him. This poem is a small glimpse into the confusion...
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Comments2
Lies are so awful. They cheat you, abuse you and place you somewhere unimportant in the liars life. When you know you are the most significant person in your partners life, to be displaced in this way is not unusually unforgivable.
I admire the way you have crafted this poem to entice your reader into a romantic frame of mind then to stab with the punch lines. For that is exactly what the realisation of being lied to feels like.
Thank you so much, I appreciate the kind words.
The hurt cuts deeper still when you realize you are not their most important person. It's all an act; their selfishness, their greed, ends up devestating your livelihood.
To be a romantic seems so hopeless a prospect...
Ouch
Very courageous
I do love reading but when it's real and raw it can't be beat
I hope you are not as broken as the notes say
Your writing would suggest not
Superb read that goes straight for the heart
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