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him
by Ava Blu
hes in love with me
without touching,
without knowing this beauty he thinks I have
Im actually borrowing from the world around me
and he keeps calling,
keeps trying
while I curl into this ball of apathy
I cant share with the world around me
Ive used it all up
there is nothing inside the trees,
no honesty swaying from the leaves
I can reach the branches
I can hear him in the wind
but my body is reluctant
to bend
so I swing away
moving further into this pit of loneliness
knowing hes only a few feet away.
05/17/2008 Posted on 05/17/2008
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Matthew Sharp on 05/17/08 at 06:35 PM i imagine, somewhere inside your heart.
it must feel good to have someone trying.
maybe he's left it up to you.
do you let him try until he has to stop and regain his self-esteem?
maybe he's just another figment of your imagination that you might take for granted until he's gone.
maybe he's not in love with you.
maybe he just loves you but you dont give him a chance....
i can only assume that any man with self-respect and confidence, would eventually leave you be before he paints a picture of himself that isnt accurate but fits convenient in your mind like a wallet picture to remind yourself that he loves you, and to boost your confidence when the ones you love have betrayed your trust.
do you think it hurts him? when you treat him like commodity?
do you think you should let him go and hang up on him, so he can try to find happiness?
do you love him? or do you only love you? |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/18/08 at 05:21 AM I'd wager any guy who's in love with you would be a pretty smart cat. But that's just me. A pleasure, as usual. |
| Posted by Aaron Michael on 05/18/08 at 06:41 PM a ball of apathy
wonderful. |
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