Love Victim

[Achtung_Bebe]

Alright this one is kind of long so don't say I didn't warn ya

I wrote it sometime early this year...

Love Victim

This feeling I carry will soon make me break.
My cheating hands have reached in,
and they've dealt me this fate.
Leaving me searching for an artificial escape,
as a replacement to this guilt that I have no choice but to take.

I search for answers to the questions of hate.
Why was I so weak? It is not my usual state..
Then I realize there is no reply.
No explanation can be offered,
and if so, it's a lie.

I struggle to appear calm,
I attempt to remain sane.
But how can I keep from reflecting
This evidence of pain?

Why is it we fail with what feels so right?
Now it seems our love were a battle,
and I've lost the fight.

"This love has potential" is what we both thought.
Well, it could've gone far..
If we both would've fought.

Now it is merely a memory.
A disturbed dream, a faded hope.
I blame myself for love's sudden death.
I smothered our flame,
somehow I must cope...

I let the forces against us win.
With the attached mystery and those uncovered lies.
Yes, I confess, it is I who caved in.
The curious, the blind, the mislead..
It is I.

There is temptation in the discovery of a fresh love in bloom.
You are the wilted flower, love,
And I've laid your tomb.

Our headstone reads my confession,
My cry out for what was.
But most of all, it is the proof of my everlasting love.
That affection I will keep until I breathe my last.
Until I weep my last.

Now as I mourn I wonder what is to be.
Who is the victim that will next fall for me?
As I look to the future, all I see is this:
The guilt that I feel now...
It shall never dismiss.

 

[The Wanderer]

if I may . . .

"to forgive"

two young lovers walk with lowered heads
eyes hang like martyrs
cruelty sits on your tongue
frailty in your heart
it was over.

time had worn out its promise
she was naked with guilt
as you blanketed her with doubt,
what could Aphrodite say?
there was nothing more to risk,
you stayed too long to care
why did you blame yourself?
for hiding the truth . . .
still fresh on her lips

what kept you so long?
the knife was not even yours
you can never be clean
eyes stained with the past
you are smeared across his skin
he cannot forget; her eyes won't let him
why didn't she just go . . .
you watched her fall away

frozen petals lay on icy sheets
sunflower ivy thru the centre of your soul
now drown in her flooded musty gardens
victims inside of her empty regrets
like strangers being strangled in the night
you are the pain of my mistakes
the heart is a broken ornament
afraid to love
upsidedown
in colours of blue
collecting me
still heart . . .
never opens
never forgives itself

 

[Achtung_Bebe]

Hey wanderer I'm just now seeing this one

It's really great, I love it, it speaks to me in so many ways

I find it interesting -- it almost seems as though you switch between the girls point of view and the guys point of view -- like a two-sided accusation of who's to blame.. and in the end there is no forgiveness because there is no understanding of why and who..

Correct me if I'm coming at it from the wrong angle, but that's what I've gathered

I like this one because it makes you think -- keep up the great work!

 

[The Wanderer]

yes, and there is a 3rd perspective also... the "other" person

 

[Achtung_Bebe]

oooooooooh very cool, I see it now! You went at it from all angles, bravo

 

[The Wanderer]

and I almost forgot to say how good your poem was, that's what got me intrigued to where I dug this one up and polished it off... because I think it makes a nice companion piece

 

[Achtung_Bebe]

wow thanks wanderer -- it makes me feel great when I motivate someone to polish something up, and something as great as that shines through

You're right, these two poems go hand in hand.