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[aid] => mick
[title] => The confusion of love
[time] => 2004-08-12 09:09:58
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[bodytext] => Why do we have to hurt when we are in love? The feeling is so overbearing at times. You feel like you can’t be into your own skin, that it’s so difficult to breathe. I want to rip my heart out and not feel the pain. I can feel my eyes become teary, and my throat start to swell up and hurt. I don’t want to feel this agonizing feeling. It feels like I am going to lose control, In which I won’t be able to deal with the sensation of not being able to compose myself. I don’t want to feel. I don’t want to realize that it was my entire fault. I don’t want to realize that I was really to blame for the things that happened. I hate showing my feelings it’s a sign of weakness. I have to be strong and not feel. I can’t let no one too close to me they would hurt me and I wouldn’t be able to keep myself safe. I have to keep on guard and make sure I can’t be tricked into something I don’t want to do. Love stinks, it’s a lie. I don’t think anyone loves nobody, without a price to pay. To get love, you would have to owe something in return. I don’t have anything to give. It hurts so much that sometimes I just want to disappear. Love is portrayed in our society as how you look, the pretty features, and the fake boobs. Today love is defined as to; how much plastic you carry on you skin. I guess I don’t know what love is, only time will tell. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 2 [informant] => solnubis [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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