Feelings Fluctuate
My heart is in purgatory;
a soulful place
somewhere between heaven and hell.
You say you love me;
but it's difficult for me to tell
if you're being genuine,
or merely toying with my heart.
I feel I'm in a revolving door
and going nowhere;
I've been trapped there before.
You're apt at bending the truth
until it fits your lies like a glove;
and they become indistinguishable.
Conflicted by hope and doubt,
I don't know what to do.
I want to believe every word you say,
but you've played me before.
One moment, I'm in ecstasy
savoring the sweetness of your kiss,
and the next, all I taste
are the bitter dregs of rejection.
How much more can my heart endure?
My feelings fluctuate
between love, anger, and hurt;
leaving me in such pain, I cry.
How can I ever feel sure
that what you offer is love;
and not an illusion
created by trust?
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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