Misguided Love



The problem wasn't that we didn't take a step,
we dove in headfirst, without a second to prep.
A love-wounded heart, and a selfish soul,
set off on a doomed journey, no aim, all the way she humms all the Hassels she claimed.

Driven by the fear of losing you,
we stumbled blindly through the dark and blue.
Leaving behind only failure and pain,
heading back to where we started, in vain.

Blindly nodding and shutting out the my own light,
was never a part of me, my Lady bright.
I wanted your love, and nothing more but, why I fall so much for you, never had your breath on me nor was allowed to get close to your shore.

Without seeing your smile or your face,
I fell in love with your soul in grace,
a love that can only happen when you have faith,
without feeling someone loving, it's difficult to embrace.
So falling in love with soul was my my way, have you have ever thought to it....? Kinda hard to embrace...

You may call me wrong, my dear,
but you hurt my self-esteem and left me in fear.
I don't want to reel back to who's right or who's wrong,
but something went amiss, and we couldn't stay strong.

You will say it's you who is always wrong, To keep your esteems, I should admit I didn't kept my place strong.
A person who harms himself for others, who didn't give as much? Could harm his own? No greed, no lust what was missed. He wasn't brought up as a player, and it was dismissed.

The pain was unbearable, and it left me blind,
so I left your love and took a step back, bared.
But never felt so miserable in life that's what you should not be scared.

What hurt me so bad? If you could think about what made me worte all of this in confusion, night has passed, confused scared, alone in the shambles, I took a deep breath, and got out of your "care," so full of death.
I took myself off from the Cain I made my self.
took a sight, right above that love blare, it's never their,
all I saw was, we were keeping a promise that "I" made in faith, which you accepted in haste.

Think about it, my Lady, what made me scared,
don't say it was the thought of loving you that left me unprepared.
I was always a miserable person, uneducated with no bloom as per you, but appreciated that you still made me a part of your blues.
And from there, I started talking stooge,

I never thought I'd write a poem for you..
I am just trying to express, I only had your ears, left out, no one to share.

The Misguided Love. 💕

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