Love is not shared between shy eyes,
Dancing around coffee shops or lonely theatres.
It doesn't have to be. Love is not there when you are crying,
Alone, heart wrenched apart.
Why wait when you wait for eternity?
It's in the stories, bound by page and born out of devastation,
A tale told late at night to keep your head up,
When darkness buries you beneath its dead gaze.
You must only reach out,
Tentatively. The world is not welcoming,
That is another myth, too.
No knight will rescue you, my dear.
When we are in the pits of our heart's desperation,
Our only hope is our own.
For it takes ourselves to find love,
It doesn't happen. It doesn't happen,
Unless you can take the first step
And another andanotherandanotherandanother,
Shakespeare wrote tragedies,
But I write the truth.
Your heart will be broken,
But it will never be stronger.
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The Ghost of an Echo: A Mad Collection of Mad Poet Poetry
PoetryAn absolutely MAD Collection of Poetry by yours truly. Spiral into outer space and ride rollercoasters of mayhem and wonder. Anxiety is real. It's time we talk about it. New poems every week! #1 in whimsy #4 in fantastical
