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The Verse of an Uncertain Love

A story of heartbreak.

By C.K. MillerPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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The day that we first had our kiss, I felt an expanding emotion inside of my chest, and I knew I would not be the same since that happened.

It was in the woods of the property I grew into a young man, on a rainy day in the middle of October, and I held her close and tight,

I asked her if I could kiss her, and she responded "sure", and our lips and mouth intertwined in a lovely knot of saliva and attraction,

I felt something for her that I had not felt for a woman, and I sure have not felt, oh how the ember burned bright that fateful day in October,

and she gave me a chance, and gave me two fantastic days, and two fantastic memories, of a girl who showed me an ounce of compassion and love,

but then one day, her heart grew for another, and she left me in the night when the leaves were turned brown, with a tear in my eye, and a crack in my heart.

I grew distant, and grew bitter, and taste in my mouth was worse than death, but I continued to live on with distrust for any woman.

But fate should have it, that I meet up with the girl in the dream by the shore once more in a first time lustful intercourse by the coast of a sentimental lake,

I lost that flower inside of her body with the action of a thrust, and I knew from that moment life would never be the same.

I nervously broke down in a panic of loss and heartbreak, sobbing in sorrow in front of them both, on the ground like a wimpering quivering blob of a man,

but know I was okay after two days time, and I felt on top of the world and in deep love.

will I have this girl who is in love with someone else?

I do not have the slightest idea, nor do I want to know right now.

She is still young, and there is still plenty of time, so there could always be that chance of a spark.

She is the one that I will always love and be emotionally hinged to, whether or not we end up with each other's rings,

but one thing for sure I know that is true, there is no chance of a departure from at least a comforting friendship, and that is good enough for me.

I will always love you, sweet and tempting darling of mine, for you bring to me a torch in the dark of my mind.

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About the Creator

C.K. Miller

What's an online bio but a superficial explanation of one's self?

But I'm an aspiring poet, writer, and recovering alcoholic/drug addict.

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