Poems from the Heart

Poetry for the Heart

Due to some recent tragic events in my life (You KNOW what I mean...) I have resorted to poetry to keep going. Here are 2 of the poems I wrote if you wanna hear it:


Would you...
By Maliko Wolfen

If I tell you I like you, would you push me away
If I tell you I love you, would you try to stay?
If I tell you I want you... what would you do
if I tell you I needed to be with you?

Would you leave me alone, or pretend to agree?
Would you be anything I asked you to be?
Would you break my heart and never see me again.
Would you buy little candies and flowers to send.
Would you tell me you need me like I need you?
Would you tell me you like me? Love or want me, too?
Would you let us be happy for the rest of our life?
Would you end it all with the blade of a knife?

If I tell you I like you, would you push me away
If I tell you I love you, would you try to stay?
If I tell you I want you... what would you do
if I tell you I needed to be with you?

The only thing I want you to do,
is let me be happy... Together with you.






Love
A sick twisted game with rules that no one follows

To win means to dominate, to conquer
To be strong for yourself and everyone else
To be on top
Everyone depends on you
You’re important…but you also usually have too much importance to carry
People cheer you on, tell you that you can do it
People have waited their whole life to see you get here
And some people don’t want to see you here
You usually want to give up… but you cant.
Not without consequences…

To lose means to submit, to follow
To depend on others and try your best to please them
To not remember the rules of love is to lose
You might still have love even after you lose
But not easily.
You are carefree, seemingly
You help the winner from the background
Not much, but you feel good for it
You encourage and cheer…sometimes, for nothing.
You want to feel important, but not win
If you win, then people will depend only on you
And you don’t know how to comfort them
So you let yourself lose
But not without consequences…

To be successful at love, someone has to win
And someone has to lose
But sometimes, it doesn’t work that way

Sometimes, both people want to win
No one depends on the other
They think it would make them weak
But then, who cheers them on?
Tells them that they love them and believe in them?
Without supporters, winners have no one to dominate
And they have no good purpose as winners

Sometimes, both people want to lose
No one wants to be responsible for the other
But that makes the other feel that they aren’t trusted
Some people are just too lazy to be a winner
They don’t want to help people with nothing to gain
Or they just want others to do things for them
But with both people just sitting around cheering for each other
Nothing gets done, and losers have no one to submit to
They have no good purpose as losers

Love is a sick game with twisted rules
That no one likes to follow

The winners never like being winners
And the losers never like to be losers
But winners are usually too cocky and prideful to be losers
And losers usually don’t have enough authority to be a winner
It’s sad, but not interchangeable.
And that’s the way it is.