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Poetry & Prose Writer New book release Aug 10
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The last time you saw her...
Altruistic in Poetry & Free Verse

The last time you saw her

she looked quite marvelous

and the stars were fascinating

but she only had you in sight

Within a roaring crowd

and a circus of wonder

and with butterflies dancing

when her head is on your shoulder

She's got butterflies dancing

to every beat of your heart

how magical is she

and how she had you from the start

You've never felt a thing like this

Is it love? what is this bliss?

How could she be mine?

she's all i've ever wanted

I know that dreams come true

but i still had my assumptions

Challenge
Bittersweet.... Write a poem about a moment or experience that was both pleasant and painful, joyous and sad. Nonfiction encouraged, but not required. Please tag me for the read!
Formal or free verse poems welcome. Please tag me for the read.
Altruistic in Poetry & Free Verse

You Love Her Not.

(i.)

You fell in love with her

when she couldn't love herself.

You loved her wide brown eyes

that resembled the color of pure honey,

and her big plump lips

that were perfect enough to kiss.

You loved her voice

when she called your name

because she couldn't fall asleep,

and the silence of it all

when she was long gone in her dreams.

You taught her to love herself;

head, toe and everything in between.

Her body,

her mind

and soul.

Let nothing intervene.

(ii.)

She started to fall in love with herself,

but love you more each day and not less.

But maybe being in love with herself

was something you couldn't take.

It had you wondering about

the power that she had gave.

So you started breaking down

her confidence,

and telling her that

all the things you said weren't true.

"Well, yeah I felt that way once upon a time... but now I feel something new."

You started telling her that

she was worthless and

watched as she cried.

And while at one time that would hurt you, for some reason this time it made you smile.

(iii.)

You had her wondering,

trying to figure out how

any of this

made sense.

How could you love her one minute,

and hate her the next?

While she was sad for sometime,

her soul kept on burning.

And all of the flowers you had

planted in her soul,

from her tears they were still growing.

That's when she realized

how much she loved herself,

and when she started

to love you less.

"People like you don't deserve love,"

she said.

"because you take peoples weaknesses

and make them your strengths."