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Romanticurse

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I believe I've found...
My one,
true,
weakness.
No,
I look to the horizion,
and I don't think my true love,
or my love,
will be found in this youthful era...
But after much turmoil,
I have finally sought out,
the source of where my weakness lies,
delicacy within the hardy.
It's the heart of the romantic,
the lifelong curse,
nobody would want to nurture,
if possible.
Yet my will to stay romantic is eternal.
My curse I desire to discard.
Insecurity is the side effect,
to raw and emotional independence.
Independence within one self is never consistent,
is never everlasting.
Neglect can spawn my defenselessness,
and love can be the hardest thing to receive,
when it's the only thing you ask for.
And why...
Love is imminent in the hearts and minds of us all.
For must I reveal to you,
how weak I truly am?
I live from your forbidden touch,
the untold kisses,
the epitome of deepest love,
somebody would be willing to give me.
My warmth,
and my only sense of inner protection shall come,
when you give me rest,
as I fall asleep,
in the arms that bind me tightly.
Loving words coat my ears,
the names you address me by...
I promise you I couldn't feel so wanted,
by any other.
I am hopeless,
and forever beyond saving,
the romantic so says I.
People that know this,
sometimes have referred me as an incorrigible romantic,
as if I should be insulted...
Should I?
But that I shall no longer regard.
Yet if you may indulge me,
love me for who I am,
see me for all that is composed of,
or cast me into Hell if you will...
It will be the greatest triumph,
as we're the most conflicting of forces.
Or,
it could be the worst choice of your life,
should you come too late to realize what I have to hold,
what I try to return equal to,
or beyond what you have given me to show that I love you.
I admit I am cursed...
I reveal my regret for those who had to endure,
my expressions of insecurity.
In truth,
this is to all my loved ones,
all those who know me.
And I do believe that being romantic is a gift,
something not seen in many humans.
But I shall inflict verbal pain upon myself,
because I despise the curse that has followed.
Strong I may potentially be,
I unveil the tender area in the undaunted shell!
This is my genuine strength when reduced to my spirit.
This I bear my greatest weakness as a human.
Days go on such as these,
and I sing these songs to express,
the loveless suns and moons that travel by,
listening to requiems to soothe my troubled self.
One of the opposing roses in each hand,
war never fails to bring to it's demise,
but it reveals what I thrive of,
and color's absence,
to show what my deprivation longs for me to do.
I favor them both,
for love I shall wear on my chest,
and for death I don't want to taste,
but to flaunt,
so it shall be twirled along my fingers.
Tearful,
and groveling before the heart I've etched in the beach sand,
when you do not look.
Spare me a glance of any expression,
and I'll be looking over my horizons,
dreaming of what I've been lacking as I persist in patience.
All of these words,
as this song says as it is born and is dead,
reveals the definition of my weakness,
and all the poisons it could bring.
...If you truly love me,
if you are the one who stands out beyond that is merely lusting,
if what you show for me is purest,
rare and most genuine,
then my words,
my expressions of love,
shall never surpass the power of how much you cherish me.
August 7th, '07 - October 23rd, '07.

Here we go!

I've submitted something after what...

Several months?

Well, I'm just doing what I can.

This poem is basically about how I'm called a hopeless romantic and all.

Along with how I think of things, the bad thing that follows is that I'm insecure, and it's extremely hard for me to find help to get through it, so at this point, I don't know if that is possible.

So, you get the name Romanticurse. Basically, Romantic's Curse.

Aside from that, I've been offline for basically... Four months, waiting for my parents to put the internet back up.

Still waiting, though...

I miss you guys.
© 2007 - 2024 decrepify
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DeathEcho's avatar
I really love how you can make a poem that doesn't always rhyme, but still flows so well. That's a gift you have, to express your emotions through words like that. Because all can. We can write things out in basics, but you reach into your soul and describe it. I envy that. ^^

I figured out what Romanticurse meant before you said it. And it explains the heart of a hopeless romantic very well. They say that people who search for love never finds it.. because it is something that just happens. But on the same token, they say you can't just sit and wait for it to happen.

And it is true that there are not many pure loves anymore, most people are too wrapped up in sex.. which is something I refuse to fall into. Keep dreaming and looking for your true love, if any guy should find her I'm sure you will.