When Love Has Gone
when love has changed the order of things
When did it actually leave?
Some time passed, this redundancy, where did it go?
Was it ever really here to begin with?
I was told that I was Heaven, that I was to be loved.
Elusive are the tenents of such folly, where someone is always getting hurt. Like a knife in my back, my front, my heart.
I vow never to make the same mistake twice. No forgiveness, no understanding, just loss. Poetic desires killed, hope dashed to pieces. How could I experience something so wild?
Belief in only free love without ties, I still refuse to commit to this tragedy. Egomania running with un-free will. How am I supposed to compete?
Tiny fragments of romance squashed like a bug. He was never genuinely sincere, just bored. I am not love, if I am not free to love.
About the Creator
Hoyt Douglas Battles
The reluctant writer emerges from the thicket of discontent wanting to scold society for the lies and deceit.
Unsure of his methods, he embraces his individual excellence and immeadiately received an offer to publish his very first novel!
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