He Who I Value, Love and Hate
The one who is my soul mate
He Who I Value, Love and Hate
I see him standing in the doorway of my days,
holding pieces of me that I never meant to give,
and every time he turns his face to mine,
I feel the storm that only he can live.
He speaks in ways that shake the walls in my chest,
and in the quiet moments I can hear his truth,
yet something in the light around him bends,
reminding me of every stolen piece of youth.
He carries every blessing and every flaw I know,
and still I keep him close to where my shadows stay,
because love is never gentle with the heart,
and hate can never turn its eyes away.
So here I stand with all the weight he left,
my hands still warm from reaching out again,
for he is the one I value through the pain,
the one I love, the one I hate, the one who still remains.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
Such a complexity of feelings, and I can relate so much. Great work, Marie (as always)🦋!
What a lovely tribute. Was it about someone in particular you know/ knew?