Never Simple.

Author's Note:

This is something I originally scribbled on a napkin when I was feeling entirely disillusioned with the concept of love. That feeling hasn't entirely gone away and I wrote this over a year ago, so maybe I'm not disillusioned at all, perhaps it's just a stage in growing up.

I've got a hard drive full of equally mediocre poetry, who knows, if this gets a good response I might post more.

Thanks for reading guys, it means a lot.

WriterMonkey.


Never Simple.

If I were to tell you I love you,
I'd only be half right.

You lips on mine,
A high unequalled.

Conflicting emotions, never still in
My head, never calm when I'm

Thinking of you
And when am I not?

Any moment with you is magical,
Any moment with you is cherished.

As I know it's
Probably the last.

If I were to tell you I hate you,
I'd only be half right.

I hate the way you play me, as
a master pianist plying her craft.

Wowing the hundreds
We are on stage for.

Your fingers through my hair,
I hate that it's all I want when you're not here.

Your head on my
Shoulder.

All I can't stand when I'm with you,
All I need when I can't be.

If I were to tell you I need you,
It would be the whole truth.

The quirks I can't
get out of my head.

The smell of you lingers in my
mind for days, like you never leave.

If I were to tell you, after you go
That I could look and not care,

It would be a lie.