4/2/18: My Love of Poetry

When I first started getting close to Blake, I think I started falling in love with him.  I couldn ' t admit it to anyone, least of all myself, until I read a poem I stumbled across on Instagram.  Once I read it, it broke my heart and I cried as if my heart had been broken.  It was the beginning of my love of short poetry.Instagram:  WildCaughtWordI knew it ' d never be youBut I wanted it toIt wouldn ' t, couldn ' t be youBut I wished and willed it toIt wasn ' t, it will not, be youBut even still, over a cigarette,and liquor filled tears,I protest to the moonThat it should have.It should have been you.I would read that for several days, maybe longer, crying, realizing I was in love with Blake months before he actually said the words to me which I have never directly said " I love you " back.How can he love two women at the same time?  He simply can ' t.  Not IN LOVE.  Not truly, completely, with his whole heart.  He can ' t.  And you know what?  All of these months later, I do not feel so desperately in love with him either.I just do not have a lot of friends.  I do not socialize with hardly anyone.I have no idea how he came into my life.  How did that happen exactly, when no one else does?He cannot love me.  I cannot love him.Friends?  Yes.  Best friends?  Yes.What ' s love got to do with it?And if the love is removed now, is the friendship gone?Yes, I think it is.  I think nothing is left b...

Source: bipolar.and.me - August 8, 2018 Category: Psychiatry Source Type: blogs