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Array ( [sid] => 89575 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Love Me, Like I Love You [time] => 2005-04-01 11:04:23 [hometext] => finally.........love has rescued me from depression.....now my love for you is obsession..... [bodytext] => I used to be completely cruel and heartless,
Using guys, then tossing them aside.
I used to feel an angry, bitter hunger,
Not knowing why, nor looking much inside.
I used to think the goal of life was pleasure:
My own, of course, whatever that might take.
A man's feelings had to be his problem.
Self-sacrifice was always a mistake.

And so, with just the slightest twinge of conscience,
I hunted for my lonely ecstasy;
And even when I wanted a companion,
The only one I cared about was me.

We make our worlds, like God, in our own image:
Mine was a metropolis of stone
In which all souls were either fools or cynics,
Doomed to take their pleasure on their own.

And then I fell in love with you, and somehow
Your happiness meant more to me than mine.
The desert became green and lush with flowers,
And like a sun my heart began to shine.

And like a wind I swept across the ocean,
And like a star exploded into night,
And like a song I held love in my hands,
And like an angel knew that this was right.

All that I had thought was proven wrong,
All the lies to justify my greed.
To love was to embrace the pith of life,
To feel a joy far stronger than a need.

And if I could so love, I could be loved,
Could think someone might want me and believe it,
Could let another know me without shame,
Could give my self and know I could retrieve it.

All this I tell you that I might be known,
That all of me no longer be alone;
And if you do not love the one I am,
So be it. I will weep, but understand
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Love Me, Like I Love You

Contributed by concrete_rose on Friday, 1st April 2005 @ 11:04:23 AM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry

I used to be completely cruel and heartless,
Using guys, then tossing them aside.
I used to feel an angry, bitter hunger,
Not knowing why, nor looking much inside.
I used to think the goal of life was pleasure:
My own, of course, whatever that might take.
A man's feelings had to be his problem.
Self-sacrifice was always a mistake.

And so, with just the slightest twinge of conscience,
I hunted for my lonely ecstasy;
And even when I wanted a companion,
The only one I cared about was me.

We make our worlds, like God, in our own image:
Mine was a metropolis of stone
In which all souls were either fools or cynics,
Doomed to take their pleasure on their own.

And then I fell in love with you, and somehow
Your happiness meant more to me than mine.
The desert became green and lush with flowers,
And like a sun my heart began to shine.

And like a wind I swept across the ocean,
And like a star exploded into night,
And like a song I held love in my hands,
And like an angel knew that this was right.

All that I had thought was proven wrong,
All the lies to justify my greed.
To love was to embrace the pith of life,
To feel a joy far stronger than a need.

And if I could so love, I could be loved,
Could think someone might want me and believe it,
Could let another know me without shame,
Could give my self and know I could retrieve it.

All this I tell you that I might be known,
That all of me no longer be alone;
And if you do not love the one I am,
So be it. I will weep, but understand

Copyright © concrete_rose ... [ 2005-04-01 11:04:23]
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Re: Love Me, Like I Love You (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 1st April 2005 @ 01:01:34 PM AEST
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woah. that was a very, very good poem. I can relate to it many different ways to be honest and that just added to the effectiveness.

Re: Love Me, Like I Love You (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Saturday, 2nd April 2005 @ 02:49:22 AM AEST
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This is an excellent write ... not only great rhyme and rhythm, but the flow of words from beginning to end is very well done ... Jan

Re: Love Me, Like I Love You (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Saturday, 2nd April 2005 @ 09:41:16 AM AEST
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My first thought after reading your author's note was is this a pattern of depression, obsession, compulsive behavior, destructive behaviors, and codependency issues.

But then I read your poem.

I was moved with your candor and openness.

I also thought your poem was extraordinary in all areas.

Kie

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