Love Your Dark

I like real problems, the human condition—twisted, darker stuff. ~ Drea de Matteo

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I have never left you,
my heart, you stopped seeing me
when you forgot how to
love your dark.

I watched you watching me,
seeing your wild fire burning
in my eyes and thinking
all that want (and wicked) was mine

alone.

I still watch for you,
my heart, believe that

in my hands
your twisted is safe…
believe me—

I haven’t left,
you stopped seeing me

loving you.
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Today is National Handwriting Day, so…

…and a bit more.
The background is a page from Vampiros, an anthology illustrated by Meritxell Ribas Puigmal.

 

for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

57 thoughts on “Love Your Dark

  1. You capture the pain so beautifully here, Magaly!❤ It’s heart-breaking when the person we love stops responding and can no longer see how much we love them. Your handwriting is so beautiful!😍

  2. This resonates with me on so many levels, Magaly. As always, you write words which seem intended for each particular reader – speaking from your heart, you speak for us all.

    • Your comments always make me grin from ear to ear. They seem to say exactly what every writer (or this writer, at least) wants to hear. Poetry should be personal. Art that can be shaped by every heart.

  3. The first line is so effective — what every human wants to hear; that there’s someone out there who will never leave you, no matter what.

    I also favor these lines:

    “and thinking
    all that want (and wicked) was mine”

    “in my hands
    your twisted is safe” … I like the suggestion of your hands being a safe, as well. A lockbox, so to speak, where the other person’s “twisted” heart can be protected.

    I LOVE how you turned the meaning in the second to last line of the poem by adding the closing line. So good. This makes me think of a marriage in which all those “little things” we do to show our love *can* end up going unnoticed. (I lived that for a long time, but now my husband is super attentive and observant, always noticing, and doing, the *little things.*)

  4. Thank you, for the introduction to National Writing Day. A question, why do we call it “writing” anymore. “eWriting”?
    I think he is ashamed of his dark. Is there any escape? Drug induced? Perhaps the coaxing by a lover might help? To me this is a puzzle that has a solution.

    • Typing is writing with keys. 😀

      About the subject, I’ve no idea. Maybe the speaker thinks one thing, but the subject knows another. Brains and hearts and relationships are such complex things.

  5. There is something heart breaking about the phrase “I have never left you…” perhaps because everything, eventually does..that sets the quiet, still mood of this and blends memory with only the best tears. I loved it when I read it first but couldn’t post a comment, and I love it now.

    • You’ve made me think of something I didn’t really have in mind. What if the reason why he can’t see her is because she is no longer there, but she doesn’t know it (or doesn’t quite understand it)? I wonder, wonder, wonder…

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