Devour

Pure love is the desire of the soul

Does love always require a devouring hunger,

Is lust its catalyst to motivate,

is its hunger that which feeds longing,

where is the purity of compassion,

where is the sacrifice of oneself,

where is the agape,

I loved,

I loved so hard,

I loved so true,

all of it mistaken as a mask for more,

her goodbye was swift as lighting,

as bitter as wormwood,

as jarring as a door slammed in the face,

sacrifice was my pleasure,

for her I wept soar,

for her prayers Were made 

splayed on the floor,

one day communication 

then no more,

there was not even a hint 

of loves romance in my heart,

yet I still loved her,

goodbye is such a tiring phrase,

I loathe it,

why does love have to hurt,

please have my heart I no longer want it.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Ava]

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[Milena Grubor]

People sometimes leave without any reason, and that can really mess us up. You captured that feeling honestly and simply. Your writing cuts straight to the heart of what it means to lose someone unexpectedly. It’s real and relatable.

[Dave W.]

Absolutely correct

[emmajoygreen]

What superbly written words, Dave, but they're tragic. Seems your experience is part of today's so-called love life. In fact such behaviour is an insult to that word; in fact is nothing more than cruel and ignorant playship - selfish to the core but - might well end with the perpetrators finishing alone, forgotten and inhuman in Hell. But, just now and again, slowly, surely, love can and does appear in its own gentle time.. truly.

[Dave W.]

Truly, love is what makes life worth living, No greater love is this, then if a man lay down his life for a friend, society has twisted love into something that says, No greater love than this, that a man would devour his friend.......

[emmajoygreen]

How true: love isn't a battle, it's more a surrender by two people who care..

[Nick Fatum]

An emotional, imaginative verse.

[ETERNITY]

(sore)
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[John the Baptist]

Love can also be a teacher. Its primary lesson is that it's always a gamble.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Ah, love. It either consumes or fills one's heart. Destroys, or strengthens. It is perhaps woven into the very fabric of the universe itself in some way unknown to us. It is a love letter and a death note. A poem or a Eulogy. What I take from this most human emotion is the wisdom my grandmother once shared with me when I first experienced heartbreak. She said in her profound wisdom, "The only thing you can ever control in "Love" is how you choose to love another and the amount you give from the heart. You have no control on how they choose to love you in return. You can only hope it equals your own in gift." I was a young naive teenager when I heard those words. Only when I became an adult and suffered many more heartaches did I finally understand their wisdom. Thank you, Dave, for sharing your poem with us.

[Vol]

Dave,
It has been my experience that falling in love is difficult to distinguish from falling into a rosebush... no matter how much you bleed, it still smells pretty good.
Vol

[Ms claws]

@Vol, That's awesome!

[ETERNITY]

David, it does feel like being devoured.
Where is that fairytale romance?
Do we have to beg for every crumb?
No one knows the future.
Sometimes we just need to take a chance.

[Ms claws]

@Dave W. Go to that friend directly and ask why the communication stopped.
Sometimes I stop talking to a friend because I'm afraid I'll be a bother.