Conflicting Emotions by TheCosmicTraveler, literature
Literature
Conflicting Emotions
My heart is cascading With tears, fears, and joy I've grown to love you as we verse Causing my emotions to heal and hurt Your laugh warms me up Soothing my pain with your voice It hurts to get close to you, but I have no other choice I think of you constantly My thoughts have become linear I worry I might get a attached You are just so.........NO I can't do this again I can't allow myself to feel this way I'm only going to get hurt by my own emotions I'm so conflicted by your enchanting persona I should leave from you and let it be over Your heart is already taken I shouldn't be here I'm clearly mistaken I'll just disappear I'm sorry 4/19/24
There are many ways To do many things Our rhythm of speech The pitch we sing To wake up One thousand times Before growing old To keep our lives From being sold To take a name Only few may sing To share so much Without losing anything How our hearts beat Always and maybe We share such a thing To light the eyes Of those who've never seen With wonderous Detail, and memories Remember love Even forget some To find being lost But found on time Even our most precious ways Were once a nursery rhyme Told days upon days To feel emotion And make it ours In our lifetime
The bed awaited each morning with joy, For we let spring spill on the sheets— Just a tad whenever we woke up. Ours weren't playdates of note, Rather daffodils unencumbered with The expectations of prickless beauty. As the cradle looked in approval, Our happy chuckles gave it purpose, Then we bloomed, unbothered and true. We appear quiet in the vastness without— but our content faces speak volumes. For the bed, the covers, and the air around shelter all core memories in this room of ours.
now, and then I'm still trying to be perfect doesn't make it hurt less or keep me digging up the past then we'll just be strangers again so, see you in another lifetime if it ever happens once more I'll be sure to read the signs and play this more than just a score enough games with me the memories are falling fast like drips of rain in the sea my concerns were miscast.
If your voice ever cracked, from speaking your love for another that was the shell of flawlessness being broken by bravery and truth, that was the beauty of imperfection, because there's nothing flawless or perfect about love. Your love was yours, that you gave to me, through teary eyes, and I won't forget. You're not mine and I'm not yours, but we have a spot we meet at where we talk, listen and talk some more And even though we're different, I've never felt like our worlds were crashing or even colliding into another, it just felt like us finding solace we may not have even known we were looking for. And you've been really warm. Nothing is final, and I'm done trying to make things stay the same. if I keep trying to capture the sunset I'll miss the night sky. If our love doesn't last forever, we still have those nights where we were the stars in the sky. I know love is never enough, because enough is never enough, but right now all I want is to remember that teary-eyed
I know I sound bitter jaded dejected defeated as a footnote to our past history where pain overwrites memory and sometimes more often lately I forget what you look like anymore and remember you in past tense and I'm sorry but I feel it's better to be attuned to darkness than to be accustomed to light.