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seeing you…
is unexpected
like finding a hundred dollar bill
or a stash of  chocolate you forgot you’d hidden

fancying a kiss
all breath escapes my lips


contemplating  your touch
my body quivers uncontrollably

you walk past
…unseeing

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“Unrequited Love”   Lykke Li

originally posted  16 April 2013

my gratitude to Ainsley Allmark for his input

“Unrequited Love”   Lykke Li

lyrics ~

Once again it’s happening
Oh,  this love is unrequited
Twice the pain,  the suffering
Oh,  my love is unrequited
Oh,  my love is unrequited

That must mean I live again
And get back what I gave my men
Get back what I lost to them

Oh, the shame
This crying game
Oh, my love I’ve been denied it
Oh, my love is unrequited

And I know it so well
I could play with the beat
Looking back at myself
While the violin plays

And blue is my tune
Another stitch to my wound
Another inch in this thread
And I know it all too well
When once again it’s happening

Oh,  my love has gone divided
Oh,  my love is unrequited
Oh,  my love is unrequited
Oh,  my love is unrequited
Oh,  my love is unrequited

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∙϶∙ looking at you through the past ∙ϵ∙

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i should have seen it

coming since i was looking

at you through the past

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or was i looking

past you?  anticipating

seeing through your lies

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or at least hoping

but it was never easy

to tell if  you were

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real or an object

of  my obsession…     born of

my desperation

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and loneliness…    God,

i want you to see me…    tell

me the truth for once

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you said it was the

moon that betrayed me and the

stars that were lying

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bubbles in my glass

of  your heady wine make me

wonder if  you’re real

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but i learned the hard

truth of  you…    the stars don’t lie

the way that you do

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i don’t see the real

you     …i don’t really see you…

you never saw me

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“Through Glass”   Stone Sour

the poem revision was strongly influenced by this song

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revision posted  21 September 2011

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i’m looking at you

originally posted 29 March 2010

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i’m looking at you

trying to see inside your soul

wondering…..

do i really see you?

do i see the real you?

or are you just a figment of my imagination?

the ethereal object of my obsession?

made from the heat of my desire?

born in the fires of my passion?

living only in my longing     …..yearning     …..needing so desperately

for someone to hold me     .….desire me     ..…love me

are you even here?

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∙♥∙ ♡ ∙∙ Love is the enemy ∙∙ ♡ ∙♥∙


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Loneliness has a secret

a weakness it tries to hide

for it cannot stand to be alone

no,  it wants be a guide

into and through the depths of  despair

traveling close by  your side


it  preys upon your insecurities

needs you to lose any sense of  pride

feeds thoughts of  betrayal,  rejection or indifference

with a mantra of  “he lied!  he lied!”

leaving you  feeling helpless

as if  all hope has died


but Love is the enemy of  Loneliness

a   full heart can always turn the tide

if  you but trust in the chance  for happiness

staying open to the  joys that  Love can provide

in the warmth of  your lover’s embrace

you can  feel Loneliness defeated…     all its desires denied

∙♥∙ ♡ ∙♥∙

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“Love Is A Battlefield”   Pat Benatar

artwork ~   “Love Thoughts”   Raphael Kirchner
{  public domain }

this is my submission to ~

Kerry Says ~ Is Love a Tender Thing?   at   imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:  write a poem for Valentine’s Day with the theme “Love is The Enemy”


thank you,  Kerry!

“Love Is A Battlefield”   Pat Benatar

lyrics ~

(We are young, heartache to heartache, we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searching our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

You’re begging me to go, you’re makin’ me stay
Why do you hurt me so bad
It would help me to know
Do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing you’ve had
Believe me, believe me, I can’t tell you why
But I’m trapped by your love, and I’m chained to your side

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searchin’ our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

We’re losing control
Will you turn me away, or touch me deep inside
And if all this gets old, will it still feel the same
There’s no way this will die
But if we get much closer, I could lose control
And if your heart surrenders, you’ll need me to hold

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searchin’ our hearts for so long
Both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

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/ heart shaped box / \

Ruth Bernhard  1962

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you put me in this box

hoping what?

that you could keep me to yourself?

that you could subdue me into loving you?

that i would suffocate and die?

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don’t you realize you can’t hold me this tight?

my resolve will only deepen

i will pull further away

…..pull harder

pull longer

until

you have to release me

one way or another

for i am stronger than you think

there is nothing you can force me to do

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you do not have the power

to berate me

to degrade me

to enslave me

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you cannot take my heart

for i am not willing to give it

you cannot damage my soul

for i will not let you touch it

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it is your soul

in this box made of  your evil thoughts

fouled beyond salvation

thinking you are in control

thinking my life is in your hands

you can kill nothing

but this body

this

body

which

has

no

true

meaning

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you will only destroy yourself

for my memory will forever be in your mind

haunting each and every little thought

filling them with curses

which are only the truth

about you…..

hell will seem like paradise

by the time i’ve finished with you

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“Heart Shaped Box”  Nirvana 

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originally posted  9 August 2011

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photograph by  Ruth Bernhard
{ fair use }

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Ꮺ i sung of Chaos and Eternal Night Ꮺ

i sung of  Chaos and Eternal Night
within the Eye of  the Hurricane

where up was down
back was forward

and the silence echoed your name

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nothing could tear away
my need for you

in dark
in cold

inside
below

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all sanity gone
all vanity done

all emotions just one
…pain…

dancing
to the song i sung

of  Chaos and Eternal Night

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no end to the night
no end to your spite
no will left to fight

i held the pain close

singing
sweet nothings

to no one

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i sung of  Chaos and Eternal Night

from within the Eye of  the Hurricane

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“Rock You Like A Hurricane”   Scorpions 

originally posted  28 November 2011

image  ~    free animations  from  gifs.net
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