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I wanted to love you

I wanted to love you
But I didn’t know how
Or when or where
To start.

I couldn’t find a space
Between the abrasions on your heart
On which to lay my head.

I tread softly between
The tearing tissue
As you bled.

But I couldn’t find a place
To build my happiness
From your unhappiness.

I tried to find a lily pad
On the surface of that red river
On which to float.

I swam in vain
In search of a smile
On the bottom of that plasma pool.

So I honoured the voice inside my head
I let you go, kissed you and said,
“I wish I’d never met you.”

I caressed you one last time
To separate your pain from mine.

I don’t even think you noticed
Me skipping down the street
And how I left that heap of despair
On the floor
Between your feet.

Published inPoetry

2 Comments

  1. Michelle Freedman Michelle Freedman

    Wow, your poems convey so much emotion and meaning so cleverly. And I like that last bit…”left that heap of despair on the floor between your feet.”

  2. Ilva Pieterse Ilva Pieterse

    Thank you, Michelle. Feedback is always appreciated 🙂

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