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Take this key, I don't offer lightly..
For it, with your hands; my heart to unlock
I couldn't promise everything; but try is what I could do.
It's been awhile since I felt this way,
The need to be someone's knight; their foundation on which to stand.
Couple
Weeks
Later
I'm still here; each day is new, battling your self esteem, your guilt.
Always the same problem, never the same fight.
I've adapted to you, a survival instinct I guess.
Are we making progress? Am I helping at all?
One
Month
Later
A new issue arises, an unusual amount of affection; tugging and pulling at me.
Wanting me to hold you, cuddle you, lay with you; I accept and do what I've promised.
My promise: to give my all to help, to never leave you alone; be there always when needed.
Second
Month's
Passing
I'm starting to feel trapped: between truth and lies.
The affection has caused me to grow new feelings for you.
When asked upon, nothing but denial; as if you treat everyone the same.
Even if true, you shouldn't; no man out there would every truly accept that as just friends.
We are not toys; objects that wait around for your pleasurable whims.
Third
Months
Arrival
We've fallen into the same cycle, why is it I can't break free;
We talk of the lines that shouldn't be crossed,
Yet we keep crossing them.
I keep saying I know that my feelings are stronger than yours; your feelings aren't as strong, and I get that.
Your importance is of a magnitude unexplainable in words; you turn and tell me that I'm equally as important, equally as important to you.
That makes no sense, trapped in confusion: confusion from an addiction.
An addiction to your love: a starving dog, just enough scraps tossed to me to keep me loyal; yet never fully sated.
Are you afraid of what might happen?
I'm afraid of what might happen, the possibilities.
Fourth
Month
Is
Here
What am I to do?
My promise keeps me here, keeps me loyal; love binds that promise.
I can't break free from it; seemingly obsessed now, a need to fulfill my contract; dependent on hearing from you.
What have I become?
What have I sacrificed?
You never truly need to know, for what does it matter being so far away: a simple push of a button and I never existed.
I'm done now, but I can't go; my goodbye isn't even full hearted, I still remain behind.
I'm just done talking; our story that we have created isn't over yet.
I'm constantly fighting, and I'm tired.
I want you to fight, to fight for me; For once, somebody fight for me, and pull me out of this darkness I have created...
For it, with your hands; my heart to unlock
I couldn't promise everything; but try is what I could do.
It's been awhile since I felt this way,
The need to be someone's knight; their foundation on which to stand.
Couple
Weeks
Later
I'm still here; each day is new, battling your self esteem, your guilt.
Always the same problem, never the same fight.
I've adapted to you, a survival instinct I guess.
Are we making progress? Am I helping at all?
One
Month
Later
A new issue arises, an unusual amount of affection; tugging and pulling at me.
Wanting me to hold you, cuddle you, lay with you; I accept and do what I've promised.
My promise: to give my all to help, to never leave you alone; be there always when needed.
Second
Month's
Passing
I'm starting to feel trapped: between truth and lies.
The affection has caused me to grow new feelings for you.
When asked upon, nothing but denial; as if you treat everyone the same.
Even if true, you shouldn't; no man out there would every truly accept that as just friends.
We are not toys; objects that wait around for your pleasurable whims.
Third
Months
Arrival
We've fallen into the same cycle, why is it I can't break free;
We talk of the lines that shouldn't be crossed,
Yet we keep crossing them.
I keep saying I know that my feelings are stronger than yours; your feelings aren't as strong, and I get that.
Your importance is of a magnitude unexplainable in words; you turn and tell me that I'm equally as important, equally as important to you.
That makes no sense, trapped in confusion: confusion from an addiction.
An addiction to your love: a starving dog, just enough scraps tossed to me to keep me loyal; yet never fully sated.
Are you afraid of what might happen?
I'm afraid of what might happen, the possibilities.
Fourth
Month
Is
Here
What am I to do?
My promise keeps me here, keeps me loyal; love binds that promise.
I can't break free from it; seemingly obsessed now, a need to fulfill my contract; dependent on hearing from you.
What have I become?
What have I sacrificed?
You never truly need to know, for what does it matter being so far away: a simple push of a button and I never existed.
I'm done now, but I can't go; my goodbye isn't even full hearted, I still remain behind.
I'm just done talking; our story that we have created isn't over yet.
I'm constantly fighting, and I'm tired.
I want you to fight, to fight for me; For once, somebody fight for me, and pull me out of this darkness I have created...
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
Literature
Enemmies
I am the CEO
I am the judge and jury
I am the big spender
I am the iron fist
I am the decider
I am the forest
I am the greenery
I am the deer and the doves
I am the usable space
I am the decision
Literature
Tausendschoen
Tausend Küsse will ich geben
deinem zarten Rosenmund
Tausend Schnitte werd ich spüren
machen meine Seele wund
Tausend Flüsse überqueren
segeln über tausend Meer´
Tausend Schreie will ich rufen
tausendmal lieb ich dich sehr
Tausend Blicke will ich werfen
tausendmal hoffend vergehn
und mit tausend roten Rosen
unter deinem Fenster stehn
Tausend Herzen will ich schneiden
in des Baumes Rindenholz
Tausend Schmerzen will ich leiden
bis ich breche deinen Stolz
Tausend Winter werd ich warten
Tausend Leben für dich sein
tausendmal werd ich verbrennen
tausendmal bin ich allein
Tausend Briefe will ic
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This poem is really sad yet beautiful.