Some things are beyond grasping
Some things are beyond my comprehension
Love is surely one of those things
For no sooner have i found myself falling that i am closing my heart
I feel myself emotionally recoiling
I know not why but as soon as i get close
I recoil
I turn my heart into stone
And when i finally defeat the stone and open my heart to someone
She in turn sees me as nothing more than a tool
A means to an end
For all that she says she loves me
She sees me but naught as a fancy new play thing
Who will do absolutely anything for her
Who would lay his soul bare if she but asked
I would do anything for her at this point
But tragically this sentiment isn't shared
I feel this like a knife stabbing into my open heart
I feel this like the coldest tundra wind stealing the life from my limbs
I feel this terrible tragedy with a sundering of my soul
I am ever bound to tragedy it seems
For i was once someone who had lovers lay bare there souls
And then i would inturn recoil and toss their hearts back at them
And now the same happens to me
I have offered my heart and now await her to make of it as she will
I pray for her to see me as more than a tool
More than simply some pretty new thing
As the man i am
As the man who so desires her love
As the man who would give her the world
=) this poem isn't valid anymore but i thought it was pretty good so i'll keep it up)
