An indoor life, on my way,
glimpsing nirvana slipping away, cacophonous mind.
Only you as therapy,
to sword off overthinking
and purge the insomnia.
These eyes long to gaze that rare soul, craving for my sight to mingle with yours, Amarinah.
From your kiss,
I contract lovesickness;
Is your desire to see me bleed born out of your love?
Rain clouds every moment beat,
bursting full at my bare feet
as lovesickness redefines.
Years passed like ascending vines.
Its trimmings bind, soar aloft,
then linger and gently waft.
A faint whisper sign of hope
falls beyond the narrow scope.
Laughter hides in the strangest of places.
I laughed when she spoke, the sun's rays kissing her
Beautiful smiling, the lilt in her eyes
Betrayed promises of many tomorrows.
It's no secret that our life's been hard-- NO--
A betrayal of modest happiness.
And yet, I found joy. Laughter whilst walking,
Joyful moments of tender lovesickness.
I forgot sorrow, and laughed at clowns,
Awed at acrobats, and, entranced I watched
Fish and sharks, colors shimmering behind
Glass walled cages, swimming. It was a day spent
More of emotion than of my wallet.
My wife squeezed my hand, reminding me, “Love.”
I forgot sorrow, anxiety, and…
What was I saying?
It's too much love sickness to endure,
I lost all resistance to miserable pain,
every attempt has been so in vain;
I've healed before: where's the cure?
I no longer wish on stars, or wait for anyone
to hug me, joy was taken from me too quickly;
I have no affection, no love for anybody;
Only one adored and loved me, only one!
Who can say openly and honestly,
" It's too much lovesickness to endure? "
Who's more courageous and mature
to admit I've failed so miserably?
Will this hand hold another hand?
Oh, will happiness be mine again?
No shattered dream can suddenly return,
unless four lips can make that flame burn!
An exclamation mark comes after a question,
a rejection can cause anger and frustration;
look beyond them and skip any possible doubt:
don't allow too much love sickness spoil delight!
bursting full rain clouds every moment beat
at my grasp my ceaseless soul clasp to seek
golden sun rays on warm field at my feet
acoustic years have passed like ascending vines
yet hued shadows appear from its ripe binds
an inhale lovesickness and redefines
flourish and it takes hold and soar aloft
and glide through as time sweeps away whisper soft
clutch to early morning light and gasp a sound waft
7/8/2021
Bare soul deep pain
Burning like coals
Leaving an indelible mark on the heart
Overcome by the balm that heals
the wounds inflicted by lovesickness
8-10-2016
her “c u there”.
it felt more like
“i) better c u there” -
and) I think well - to each her own;
each) stair climbs upward
because) of traumatic lovesickness
(against) his better judgment!
instead) of her patronage
(under) heavy assault!
inside) his fort-knox
(with) her electromagnetic call…
possibly) peter in the frying pan
(not) well to be content -
with) contemptuous tinkerings
(amid) his flaming guts.
Oh, darling let me confess
My ailment is lovesickness
Nothing can heal me except
Your lovely charm and shyness
*
Your life-giving two black eyes
That chasing me as spies
are my missing keys of life
by which I fly to skies
*
Let them be cordial with me
Let me sink in them freely
No need to kill me, darling
I’m “yours ever” devotee.
she looks at him with obvious trepidation which overwhelmes her whole being
emotions vanish as swiftly as they come especially when your consumed by insecurities
through stubbornness and blatant disregard she harped on him relentlessly
their conversation was animated in hushed voices as hers bacame venomous
everything has an explanation and a motivation he thought as she nipped at his heels like a
puppy
thats a fair assumption to conclude she was outta her mind and going crazy over him
she was tough and invincible but love leads to vulnerability which leads to predators which
causes attacks
in a parallel univerese this would be ok but this is 2009 and this was getting old
boredom atrophied her mind when she was alone causing her to stalk him on the phone
this was a turning point for both of them someone had to go
she needed to validate her existence and wanting and needing him was how she did it
she finally bacame tired as she regurfitated the same old lost love story over and over again
dissappointment lies between romance and general fiction when your expecting to be in love
forever!!!!!!!!!!
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