Abel Garcia
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Lotus
When you’re gone, you’re missed. I be love sick. No warmth, I be the coldest. Stuck in my aloneness. I handed you my heart, you hold it. Just wanting us to blossom through the muck like the lotus. Heart pained by your actions, but you don’t notice. You’re Unaware or don’t care as long as it wasn’t your motive. Your intention don’t diminish the damage you afflict. Blinded, so you blame and call me toxic. Avoiding responsibility saying anything to excuse it. I Given you love, and you abused it. I tell you “I love you”, and you try to refute it. I so want you to be Cinderella, but I don’t even know if the shoe fits. Maybe I didn’t get struck by Cupid. Maybe I’m stupid. Perhaps a spell was cast and I’m bewitched. Or you’re a drug and I’m dope sick. Feeling need, I’m emphatic. An infatuated addict. I don’t combat it. Willfully going against my convictions, Just to get your attention. Becoming what I’m not, in hopes I become what you want. It’s what I chose, that’s my fault. Cuz you’re what I want. And I’m willing to give up what I got, in hopes you stop; and look at me as a little more than those things you run to. I know I can’t change you. And no matter what you’ve done, I can’t seem to hate you. Takes a whole lot of strength to date you. What will it take to Marry? That vision is scary. This one would be inclined, if I could catch you in time; to get a real hold. But you play for a while then it gets old. Off to the next, whatever is new. I don’t know what you’re running from or to. You partake of these things, yet nothing satisfies. Yet you give more of you to it; then you do to I. And that’s why I cry. That really hurts. To be looked at as lesser than these is the worse. To have value, but discarded as if you have no worth. To disperse blessings only to be returned a curse. I don’t mind loving more or even first. But not being loved back, sends my soul to the dirt. As if an arrow struck my heart, it more than hurts. Silence isn’t preferred. But when Heartaches endured. It Can’t always be expressed with words. Do I fight for her? Relationship indeed in the mud. But can this lotus bloom into love? Change the vowel in lotus, and let us, try. Why? Why not?.. I love you with all that I am, It’s all that I got. It’s all that I got…
By Abel Garcia4 years ago in Poets
Home
One of life’s biggest causes of depression stems from That expression. “It’s just not home.” But what is home? You run and you roam. Feeling restless and alone. Hoping to finally come to that place. But would you even know it, if you had a taste. It might have been presented to you, but you turned your face. Because it was unfamiliar, you packed your suitcase; and rolled on. Faith mixed with unbelief, you know not what you hope on. So close, yet far gone. Been on the road to long. Feeling weary in a world so cold. Seriously searching for a home, by definition you don’t know. O weary soul. How far will you go? Before you come to know. That home is not outta reach. I beseech, that you hearken to such speech. In wich the liege, of knowledge be so sweet. Like a ripe peach. Take a bite, watch it dreep. To the depth of your being. Eyes wide, you’ll finally be seeing. Home is where Heaven Openly Meets Earth. You’re treasured, you’re valued and have worth. Home is Hearts On Mutual Exchange. Loving each other the same. Housing Optimal Motivation Everyday. You’re a gift, a present each day. Painted in the portrait of the big picture. Fearfully and wonderfully made, that’s scripture. Home, Honestly Overcomes melancholy’s effectiveness. Home is God formed, and He’s a perfectionist. Home is Here O My Enchantment. Don’t settle for the fragment. The heart can’t stand it. May your running cease. May your soul have peace. From the endless searching, be free. Come home, to me.
By Abel Garcia4 years ago in Poets
