Unable to speak the words

TheFeatheredSleep

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Love can be the greatest feeling in the world

love can be a lie

and when love is a lie

it can rip you to shreds or enable you to rip yourself

because love isn’t quantifiable

therefore you may never know

who it is who guts you and slays you; Is it you? Is it love?

how can a feeling have the power to empty you of hope?

or leave you ransacked

how can an emotion

something that can’t be touched, or jarred or bottled

hold such sway?

cut with deep scythe, parts you thought impossible to reach

was it the other? Did they own the power

or was it giving them permission? To dictate an emotion

or is love, proof of being human

and the sorrow of that and the beauty of that

a very human trait, along with hate and indifference

which at times seem, to take the place of love

and when your eyes, look at me and there is no movement

only the wearing down of time, a series of frustrations

when you fidget and seem to want, to be anywhere but here

I imagine you in years to come, remembering nothing of us

then I wish I had no capacity for love, I wish I had pretended all along

replaced my heart with coal

but it was never an object, never something you could hold

love was almost a virus

you walked into the room

and I caught it

the fever and the aches

they may never leave me

now I have a relationship with them

in absence of you, I’ll find myself inheriting memories

wondering how, some people walk away, almost light-footed

and others stand in place and burn, the oxygen all gone

unable to speak the words

of loss

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31 thoughts on “Unable to speak the words”

  5. Love… I recently penned something myself on it. You either live or die trying to gain it…

    “how can an emotion

    something that can’t be touched, or jarred or bottled

    hold such sway?

    cut with deep scythe, parts you thought impossible to reach

    was it the other? Did they own the power

    or was it giving them permission? To dictate an emotion

    or is love, proof of being human”

    You’re coming alive again. It’s so wonderful to see. This, Writing… It’s where you shine, Candice.

  9. To know with certainty another’s heart,
    As well think to count angels on a pin.
    But still, I would with a poet side,
    And take the risk to love,
    And be not cold and dead of heart.

    In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 27
    By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

    “I envy not in any moods
    The captive void of noble rage,
    The linnet born within the cage,
    That never knew the summer woods:

    I envy not the beast that takes
    His license in the field of time,
    Unfetter’d by the sense of crime,
    To whom a conscience never wakes;

    Nor, what may count itself as blest,
    The heart that never plighted troth
    But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;
    Nor any want-begotten rest.

    I hold it true, whate’er befall;
    I feel it, when I sorrow most;
    ‘Tis better to have loved and lost
    Than never to have loved at all.”

  15. …or walk away lightfooted but really burning. And also I wonder where the love goes, and why people let it go without fighting to hold on, even a small piece– no it all goes away leaving such a mess

  18. JOSEPH WORE A COAT OF MANY COLOURS, JESUS WORE A CROWN FIT FOR A KING
    WHEN EVIL COMES IT DOESN’T WAVE A BANNER EVIL WILL NOT HARM US HEAR US SING
    WE ARE UNITED WE ARE AS ONE YOU WILL NOT HARM US, YOU DO NOT BELONG.

    ANTHEM OF UNITY BY CHINA ALEXANDRI SHARE THE MESSAGE PASS IT ON TO YOUR FOLLOWERS, CHINA

  21. Yes that is SUCH a good point. I wonder the very same thing. I really do. I can’t quite understand how you can go from one extreme to another. I know people say that’s the point, extremes, but to me, love isn’t that easy to rinse away.

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