You love me, you love me not.

poem by: Paris Marceau
Written on Mar 10, 2017

You love me, you love me not.
You have my heart in a knot.
Twisted and tied,
Hollow and dry.

If you run away 
Goodbye and go away!
But please don't exaggerate,
About the time you were so great!

The moon shines on me.
The clouds clime over me.
If I feel like I'm flying,
Don't worry I'm probably just dying.

Stop. freeze. listen.
My muscles are fizzing!
Some women once told me,
Once you're in heaven,
It doesn't matter how much you see.

Because in the end,
It's meant to be,
Drinking syrup,
And honey bees,
They buzz around you
And they sting you for free.
This human being is a confused me...

Never gunna be
A walking tree.
I will stand still
And let the wind take me.

I'm so happy.
Young and happy.
Although I wouldn't start a conversation 
Because my heart is taken.

You love me, you love me not.
Don't worry because I've seen alot.
If you love me not,
I'm here just to rot.

I'm only joking!
I'm here awakening.
Just sitting down
Waiting for my heart to be taken,
But...
Who's heads are moping?

You love me, you love me not.
At least I know if your real, or what?
I'm going to pray and sleep,
So please don't be weak.
Because I'm going to need you,
If I have no hands or feet.

Stay with me,
Don't just lay with me.
As my love isn't pretend. 
I'm being real,
Right till the end.

*This poem shows how quick love can change, hence the title 'you love me, you love me not' as sometimes there can be confusing love/hate relationships. As you have read, this poem portrays a person behind the words confused in love.

 

Tags: love, confused, hope, wishful,

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Maria Williams commented:
Ahhh the ups and downs of Love, you've put it into words so well. A good read
Robert Kohlhammer commented:
I enjoyed the poem and it was also a good read to start my day with.
Frank Hornby . commented on Feb 12, 2022 at 11:11am
Sad poem....hope that you've moved on and found true love....

 

 

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