Forgive me not

Forgive me not;
For I forgive you neither.
And do forget my face;
for I've forgotten yours.
Do stare at me no longer;
For I can't stand your glare.
I wish not to remember;
False feelings I once felt
That bloom within no longer.

*Also from my first book of poetry, age 15. I'd like to say that perhaps this was about my first break-up, but honestly who can remember for sure. Poetry was always about me chronicling my feelings not about dates and time. On some of my later works I have purposely left out the dates of a poem because I too often wrote about different subjects and people. I never wanted my boyfriend or ex husband for instance say..."huh, you wrote this about whom? but weren't we together at the time...what are you in love with someone else?" and hence an argument would follow. AS a matter a fact my ex did "break-in" to one of my poem journals once from a jealous rage wanting to know what the heck was going on in my head and heart. I was both offended and impressed. Offended for the obvious reasons, however impressed because he thought my poetry as having some value in wanting to read it and wanting to "figure me out" from my work.**

more from the past

Love, the sweetest killer
that robs the body of it's sleep
The heart can only take so much
So there become a monk
And hear your heart beating with rhythm
Monotonous with despair

While a young maiden's heart
beats more and more abrupt
as her beloved lingers on
with musing of tenderness and fond

And now her heartbeats' faltering
Her precious prince has gone
and now she's trapped in crying
sobs spilling on her soul
Her love is dead and done.

**Another one I've dug up from my first book (age 15) looking back on a lot of these first works I find I had such raw and vividly drawn out emotions but very poor form and construction of the actual poem. Just like a teenager not willing to follow any structure whatsoever! The message was much more important to get across...it still is really.**

"Again"

Say it again
I beg of you
Your words;
A storm of jewels
that can rain on and on
forever on my heart & soul!

*this was from my very first "book" of poetry. I was 15 at the time. I have no clue for whom I wrote it for...I had a lot to say then as most adolescents seem to have :)**