Another Love Poem

but not the kind you think

I have wasted all this time

Losing myself looking for you and you

Are a conditional promise

A labyrinth leading only to dead ends

You make me chase you on a treadmill made from sweet nothings and solitude

I am tired of running with my heart on my sleeve

And giving my all to someone who can only offer me half

Because half of me has been waiting for beacon of hope

But the other half knows where to find it

So i’m sorry that I can no longer be your home

I’m sorry that I love you more than you loved me

I’m sorry that you couldn’t hold me in the height of monsoon season

And now that it’s over

I’m sorry that I moved on.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Regret, last thing we shall forget.
"I’m sorry that I love you more than you loved me
I’m sorry that you couldn’t hold me in the height of monsoon season
And now that it’s over
I’m sorry that I moved on. "
I do understand the lines above. Love is a two sided coin. Thank you Cat for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Cat]

Thank you for reading my poetry! I appreciate aaaaallll the reviews and kind comments so thank you for that :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Cat.

[Everett DeValle]

Love the title and truly loved your poem...I love the use of monsoon season in a sentence, it makes sense but obscure and I like that but I'm quirky. Thank you for sharing.

[Cat]

Thanks for your feedback!

[Everett DeValle]

You are very welcome, Cat.

[Chris]

I understand the last... best of all.

[Cat]