the young and the senseless (poem)
August 21, 2003 � 4:44 p.m.

Here'a an oldie but goodie I wrote. I don't even remember who I could have written it about...ain't that a shame? I don't know who it was for initially, but it seems to size up how I feel about Cowboy most of the time. Funny how we find lost things and can't remember its purpose...ain't it?

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-THE YOUNG &

THE SENSELESS-

I've read so many tender love stories

but none were as tragic or as beautiful

as ours.

You loved me so much once,

I have to believe that you did,

even though no one would know that now.

How many times did you tell me that you loved me,

tell me that you needed me?

How many times did you whisper that you can't live without me?

How could you have told me those lies, how?

If you truly needed me,

you would still be here,

and if you really loved me,

you wouldn't have caused me all of these tears.

Instead,

you've moved on and live a full and happy life,

while I sit here with haunting memories and bitter regrets

for ever loving you and believing in your lies.

I torture myself by being alone and letting no one get near

out of fear of falling in love with them,

and falling out of love with you.

I just can't let you go; that's not what love is.

Love is reckoning, frightening, and celestial.

Nothing can make it change or fade away.

So if I move on and forget about what we had,

then I was a fool for wasting my life on you anyway.

Ain't that pitiful?

I can't let myself love no one else, because that'll mean that I didn't love you,

and if what we had wasn't love, then I have no idea about what love is.

All I know is fairy tales, romance novels, and lovesick poetry.

I have no idea how being in love feels.

I guess our isn't the best love story after all.

I've wasted my time on an illusion that only appeared to be real to me.

What in the hell is wrong with me?

� ambroziya snow2003