-Solitude-
My angry fit of solitude bathes me with incredible feelings of hatred.
Hatred in myself since I know that you are laughing at me from afar.
You feel no remorse for leaving me astray with my thoughts.
You probably regretted saying the words that meant the greatest commitment
for me.
And taking it back with no regard for my permission as if I disregarded
my words
Was the one action that brought me to my final death.
It took a long time to figure out my reasons for living with pondering
as a guide.
No meditation served as my alleviation
It was only a way to look upon my different views with your eyes.
I was weary with your attitude from the distances.
I was brought to a decision before me with a million consequences at
the end.
I made the choice and I failed miserably at keeping the goals straight.
I will never bring myself to your heart again.
It’s wrong, painful, probably hateful as I make an attempt to prove
That you are the only one for me.
I know deep within myself there is a beating in my heart.
Telling me constantly that you are my soul mate and I cannot live without
you.
But this is not a real feeling I’m initiating my trust with.
So this leaves me in this gentle solitude with the harsh realization
that the decision must be made.
I have to either love you or leave you, and my heart can’t leave
But I need the love from you.
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