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Charm is another form of seduction ,
it's in the smiles, gestures and words;
I have used them to my advantage as many did
without feeling ounce of remorse as selfish lovers,
they thought I expressed sincere love: when
I hugged them and whispered a sweet word!
Forgive me for my ways of Casanova too refined, a gigolo
learns this art by deception knowing that some hearts are weak...
until his secret is discovered and hearts begin to break,
" Lies, all lies he told!" Should love be taken to satisfy one's ego? "
Charm is another form of seduction
that lustful men use in their relationships with lovely women;
it's holding an umbrella for them when it rains,
singing them that love song that makes them dream...
and all they want is arms to keep them warm:
happiness is found in them while listening to sentimental phrases!
I did ask myself why it did happen
Why did my life suddenly become hell
It used to be all so blissful as would a stay in heaven
When, in my lover's gaze, I did consider myself to be his only belle
But I did come to know about it, by means so clear
My lover was to me, a cheat
He did cheat on my trust, he did make out with my peer
Why, now, with truth imbibed, I do feel like I roam life's lonely street
Shall I even gather myself back up
Life is made of struggles, of pains, of aches
What matters is how we do cope with it all, how we do gather ourselves back up
I shall fly again, I am sure of it, even if now I do feel stuck
Why, Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore love is what I shall now leave behind!
Love hurts at the heart
So many have seen the way love hurts. Love is pain. The feelings that are twisted and bent, to shape the mind into what is believable. Love has no bounds, yet these frowns fall on tainted crowns. Hounds beacon the night air, deep within the grounds of insanity. Daring to venture on, when no one is there to sound the alarm. Share all these unyeilding feelings. Love hurts at the core of the heart. Failing to reach out, to the never ending ceiling. Peeling away all doubt, all pain that has fallen out of frame. Lost is that love, lost is that heart. Lost is me.
Darrius
11/23/2017
How many ways can a heart break?
When do the cracks first appear?
How soundless is the first hairline fracture?
It starts to spread
Almost unnoticed
Imperceptible
Except for a little discomfort
A little doubt
A little sadness
Unsure why or how
But….a little pain begins to develop...
A forgotten smile
A withheld word
An embrace that ends a little too soon
A kiss a little less fiery than before
A look that no longer devours
A caress that no longer ignites
A time that is no longer shared
A silence that is not companionable
A dream that is dreamt alone
The break widens
The pain deepens
And no amount of denial
Will alter the awful truth
That your heart is breaking..
And now you can hear the sounds
Of the walls crumbling
And the pieces falling
And you’re left to wonder...
How many ways can a heart break?
Where have all the pieces gone?
When did the first sign appear?
How can you carry on?
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I was primed to nuture your soul until the end,
Seeking to be your endless passion but most importantly, your best friend.
A bliss with no expectations, conditions or boundaries,
The blazing ember that burns for more than centuries.
Endowing my fragile heart to be embraced,
Unaware of the agony to be faced.
I too, believed, trusted and loved you with all that was mine,
Never depicting a torn love that I would decline.
The whisper of promises, laughter and tears,
Your absence was unwaveringly one of my ultimate fears.
Time revealed the truth about what we shared,
Unfortunately it broke through at a time I was not prepared.
Betrayal and pain clouded my mind,
Thinking you were anomalous one of a kind.
Fighting inner demons and recovering from a heartbreak is not easy,
Sometimes when I ulttered words, you proclaimed they were cheezy.
Opening up to you was the biggest blunder I made,
Thus, the affection I had for you begun to fade.
Underneath the radiance I exhibited was a lonely soul looking for a heartfelt union,
It was as if I never had a companion.
Less attention and support triggered me,
My happiness never held significant, so I let it be.
Every nightfall tears rolled down my eyes,
Trying to comfort my own soul saying "you are the prize".
All the judgements I made were never acknowledged,
A relationship so complicated like the ones in college.
Blinded by your charming looks,
Desiring a celestial connection like from one of the books.
Doubts of giving love another chance,
Never looking back even at first glance.
Trusted that my heart was in good hands,
Breaking every part of me now including all the strands.
You will never see that side of me again,
Because your presence only brings back the pain.
Before you kill me,
can you come to my home?
I will prepare a meal for you.
You can play with my children.
Together we can dance to music,
laugh at each other’s jokes.
I will tell you stories of my youth.
I would be pleased,
if you share your own stories.
Let us look at old photographs.
There we will witness the smiles of our ancestors.
Are we not the realization of their dreams?
After dinner,
we could sit together on my veranda.
My lovely wife can serve us dessert.
It would be her very best dessert,
after all you would be our honoured guest.
If by some magic we avoid other mens arguments,
we might end up as friends.
After-all does not the night sky belongs to both of us?
If we could give each other one lasting gift
I pray that it would be peace.
We were not born to be each other’s enemies.
Spending time with you
would show me
all the ways that we are the same.
Please before you kill me,
come join me for dinner.
I cannot tell him that I still love him,
That losing him breaks my heart in a thousand new ways each day.
Because if I did, then he might try to come back to me.
I cannot tell him that a year later,
I still cannot dwell on his memory for than a moment or two
Without tears welling in my eyes.
I cannot tell him that every man I meet
Becomes inadequate the second I inevitably realize
How very different they are from him in every way.
Because if I did, he might ask to come home again.
I cannot tell him that I still love him,
That I did not simply pick up the pieces and start my life again.
That every day is a failed attempt to learn how to live without him.
That it was only because I loved him so much
That I had to make him leave.
Because if he came home again
The voices that he heard might not let him survive loving me.
My hair needs cut, and it's not going to do it by itself.
I'm raggedy, and wild, untamed, unkempt, a little dirty.
I'm in pajama pants, have not brushed my teeth, and my breath is atrocious.
My art studio needs cleaned, I have lost four hammers in there; I used a knife this morning.
I'm a dreary, sorry, unapologetic mess of a woman.
This is my sloth-mode; it happens more and more lately.
There is only one cure; I have to make one move in the right direction.
Pick up a box of junk, put away a towel, brush my teeth, just one thing.
I know this, and yet here I sit, wishing for a cleaning fairy, an elf that likes to brush teeth.
I look around and sigh.
No one is coming.
Who is going to see this mess?
No one cares what my hair looks like.
Maybe tomorrow...
In my room where silence rages – up until night
But chaos ignites deep inside of me
Could die in darkness and think there’s no sun
Could bear starvation up until forgiveness is given
I hear nothing but heart sober in grief
Alone in misery where there’s bunch of regrets
Tomorrow comes and I see depression
Like a punishment full of multiple blooded wounds
Zephyr blows sadness with tormenting whisper
Wish I feel numbness start from my head down to foot
I could not see light but I see gradient view
A surreal blur that stressing me over
How long should I find the spark of clemency?
Wish it would not last till end of this month
Tears are still falling up until this lone hour
One thing though still runs in my mind
I could be killed in pain slitting my wrist –see me no more
I see no light, I see no light, I see no light
If you have to apologize, it's already too late
What you've done is unfixable; don't think you're so great
If you feel mere words can mend a broken heart
Then you've learned nothing, you fool, from its tearing apart
if you've fired a person and want to make amends
Find him a new job; that's the right message to send
If you've screamed at your kid, reduced him to tears
It'll take years to overcome what you've taught him to fear
Whatever you've ruined, be it a life or a love
Can only be mended by Mercy from Above
April 30, 2019
Entry: "APOLOGY" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier