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The Dalema

Finding The Woman I'm Meant To Be

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Poetry

No Returns

You can’t give your heart out
When it belongs to someone else.

  • The Dalema. October 11, 2017.
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I can’t, So I won’t – But I do

I can’t say it
So I write it
I can’t show it
So I hide it
I still feel it
But I fight it
I don’t want it
But I like it

I can’t tell you
So I write you
I can’t friend you
So I fuck you
I don’t want you
But I need you
I still hate you
But I love you

  • The Dalema. October 10, 2017.

There’s Something Worse Than Heartache

There’s something worse than heartache
She has unfortunately learned
It aches in ways she can’t explain
Staying for years and years

Heartache became manageable
Knowing the cure was her profession
She knew what to do and for how long
Finding love had been her only obsession

But there’s something worse than heartache
Something cutting her deeper than her soul
This deathly and undeniable pain
Is completely unmanageable

It doesn’t just break your heart
It doesn’t only make you feel rejected
It takes over your entire body
You feel like you’re infected

There’s something worse than heartache
It crushes your dreams and makes you a cynic
It turns love into a phantom
And you realize hope doesn’t exist

Love is based on someone else
Someone who doesn’t want what you’re giving
But this takes away your confidence
Makes you question each day you’re living

There’s something worse than heartache
Worse than rejection, loss or resentment
She faced it every day of her life
She was murdered by disappointment.

  • The Dalema. October 8, 2017.

All Knowing

She knew this would happen
She’d think of you
Even when she promised
Not to

She knew she couldn’t
But she did
Because moments with you
Are worth it

She knew it was bad
No matter how good
She couldn’t not love you
Though she should

She knew it would end
Like it always does
But she’s giving you another try
It must be love.

  • The Dalema. October 6, 2017.

Grief

Yesterday I said I’d to it today
Today I tell myself I’ll do it tomorrow
The cycle keeps repeating
While I drown in my sorrows.

  • The Dalema. September 19, 2017.

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