Do not speak to me of love
I don't need to be reminded
How to pine, it's still there
The hurt never leaves
But the past is spilled milk
My wounds now tender scars

Don't speak to me of love
I don't want to cry alone
While I read your stories
At 3am in the cold when,
Warm in your bed
You are curled up with yours

Don't speak to ME of love!
Like a Valentines Grinch
I tear up paper hearts
Throw them into the air
Watch them fall lifeless,
Weightless cruel confetti

No, do not speak to me of love
I was happy in my hole
Until someone reminded me
Of what I do not have
What I had, who I've lost
Now please, just leave me be......

I just need to love me.....

Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2010-02-14 at 06:20

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
love is a wonderful thing!

pp...i can understand this :)
isn't life strange...
and trust me it can get stranger!

once again you write perceptively
and i trust not defeatedly.

I will not speak either of love - but remember, seasons pass and we heal - I remember telling myself, whatever happens, I will not be bitter because I am better than that and I have the capacity for happiness - :-)

Elle x

Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Ok Purp....I won't speak to you of love

Enjoyed this sad poem

xxx Stan