Soft in my arms
willing, wanting.
My hands finding
fleshy softness
the curves of her
stretching upward
in my embrace.
Softness of lips
pressed to mine
hurried shared
breaths of
lustful desire.
But she's not you.
My bones scream
stop!
Why, why do I
think of you
when no longer
are we oneness.
You took yourself
from my arms but
left your embrace
on my heart
where it lives on
fighting off
all assailants.
So what if
my excuses tonight
sound lame.
I am adamant.
Driving home alone
I want no music.
I am filled with
the want of
something
lost to me.
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A place i had been many moons ago. A feeling not forgotten. Now just a knowledge in a poets heart.
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Good write, Dusk. "Love the one you're with."
Not that easy when the one u love is in someone elses arms my friend.
This is true.
... I know just how you felt when you first penned these words and it aint a nice feeling, is it ...
... I am a firm believer that all poets need to experience this, before they can begin to really write ...
tis surely an unwelcome rite of passage ... N
Thanks Neville. To be able to get to the nitty gritty of complex feelings surrounding the hearts desires I think you are right, experience tells.
The heartache this experience causes will not go away but a writer can rearrange the feelings of almost despair and somehow cope with deep loss by scribing words of lament. I can relate to each line my friend.
Thank you for sharing the empathy from your own experience here. A truly horrible experience I tell here for both the parties involved in the encounter. Trying to move on when the heart is mourning is something ones conscience rejects.
Such an emotive write d a, the sorrow you feel I also feel for you. Writing these words may help though.
Andy
The anguish and pain is long gone Andy but was easy to recollect the occasion. Like a lot of us poets, a lot of my writing is a narrative of the history of my emotions I guess.
'You took yourself
from my arms but
left your embrace
on my heart'..
such a relatable write Dusk, brilliant in its unflinching honesty!
'in that ferocious concoction
of broken feelings, we title a 'break-up'
there's little sense to what actions our incensed - mindset
deludes us, into acting-out
only, the remnants of our foggy memories, are left
and that unshakeable - loss, we're forced to brave
every time, our thought's - tilt
to those befuddling fingertips of necrosis love's, ghostly grip
on what are now: our taunting mirages of massacred dreams'
Yes, I can see that you definitely dipped your toes in the sentiment of this little ditty. Motivated by 'get back into the ocean of relationships as quickly as possible to forget her' I failed miserably all those years ago. Mind you, she was quite a stunner and has provided inspiration for so many written pieces here on MPS.
Nicely expressed 🙂 certainly frustrating to not be with the one you want
History shows that more relationships fail than succeed doesn't it and of course the main cause of divorce is marriage itself which is a humourous but quirky truth. Yes this was a heartache i went through many moons ago but time, the great healer, performed it's magic on me. Now I'm happy to be solo though i will sometimes - as many a poet will do - let my emotions be my muse and lead me into trains of thought which show perhaps another side.
Thank you for your kind comment.
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