Hello! The poems are back. I normally write free verse because I can't be arsed to seek words that rhyme. Voila! This one came from watching many films and me feeling grief that was thrown upon me by people I've never me-- Yes. Nevermind. Enjoy :)
Love makes me weak
makes me whole
Love makes me wish
for nothing but your cruel soul
Love whispers and speaks of you
With absolute admiration
Love weakened me
Opened me
To you.
Love succeeded. I was entrapped.
When you knew you had victory,
I was no longer
The sunrise of your day at noon.
I was no longer
The 'claire de lune' of your starry nights
When you liked to be especially French.
Love was never this painful,
Never this harsh,
Love was never anything,
Before I loved you.
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