love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I Must Be a Fool
I have fallen in love with the person you seem to be when I see you on TV, when I hear you on the radio, and when I think of you in my dreams. I see you like a dream boy, the boy of all of my wildest dreams. I know you'd be a gentleman. I know that you would treat me so much better than he ever could. I know that you will never know me; much less learn to love me. And yet, I still think about you every day and every night. Why do I choose to waste so much of my time on you? I must be a fool.
By Abbey Winslow7 years ago in Poets
II
All you ever knew how to do was to suck me dry and rob me of who I am. I feed on sadness because of you. I hold on to sadness because it shows me that I can still feel something authentic. Happiness or any other feeling just feels tired and forced. I couldn't blame you though. I shouldn't have let my guard down. I shouldn't have let you shape me like how I shaped you. Sculpting each other to make a masterpiece. To each his own. When did you lose passion for art to watch and let your sculpture fall and shatter; scattered on uneven grounds? When did you feel so ashamed of that art piece that you'd let someone walk all over the pieces with their dirty shoes. Maybe you didn't think I was the masterpiece. Maybe I simply wanted you to see that I was. Maybe I wanted you to see in me what I saw in you.
By Jonathan Pearce7 years ago in Poets
