Adrian Borda
Was it a lust for pomegranates
That spirited you away?
Had I been forbidden
Would I now be in possession
Of that evasive fetish, love?
Can we ever own
What we cannot forgive?
Tenderness is pain
So I stand aloof as you pass
Into the arms of a darker man
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You left without a presaging aura
Passion and denial do not coincide
We grow only so much
As our respective cocoons accede
And I have become so very small
The void deeper now than my content
I know why you left
I know why I let you
And I know, even though it kills me,
That I’d do it again
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I am insular you are free
My limited view of heaven
Could never hold you intact
While you’re with him
Never think of me
I’ve spent my whole life
In games of comparison
Think of me only,
When empty
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A fictional poem about a man with deep/paralyzing insecurities. I am listening to some ultra sad love songs. I have writer’s block which I’ve tried to fight with chocolate and sad music not sure that I succeeded. I also wrote a poem for Curious Flowers called Moirai
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