The Beginning

[PoeticPassions]

It wasn't out of love
That I sought you.
It was the oppressive
Summer heat,
The languor of my life
That beat inside me.

I saw in you the traces
Of my forgotten desires,
Inearthed in cracked
Fragments of my mirror
And moments of nostalgic
Musings.

It wasn't out of love
That I called your name
When I could remember no other.
It was the cutting cold
Against my skin,
Like rusted razors
Tripping over the surface
Of my body.

I saw you for what
You really are:
For the beast
That hungers within you,
Waiting,
Longing.

It wasn't out of love
That I cursed you
For what you did not possess.
No, it wasn't out of love.

But now I see you,
And all I see is love.
Love that has no end point,
Nor any want to cease.

Who would have thought
That this is the way we would end;
That this is where we actually begin.

[hillwalker]

This is rather good - I didn't expect to enjoy it but I did.

The poem's structure works well - and denying everything is so much better than just declaring undying love.

H

[Jack of Hearts]

Hill nailed it.

And you nailed it. Good poem.







J

[PoeticPassions]

Thanks Hill and Jack!

I usually don't like posting them on here... but this one was directed at someone and sadly the love did have an end point...

[Pensive]

Thanks Hill and Jack!

I usually don't like posting them on here... but this one was directed at someone and sadly the love did have an end point...

I actually have a hard time believing any love does have an end-point.
BTW, thank you for sharing such a wonderful piece of poetry I could relate so much with.

Especially found these lines very powerful:


It wasn't out of love
That I called your name
When I could remember no other.
It was the cutting cold
Against my skin,
Like rusted razors
Tripping over the surface
Of my body.

[Haunted]

Didn't get the last 2 stanzas, it's ambiguous as to whether there is love or not. Still liked this a lot. It has depth and just the right amount of emotion minus any sentimentality.