Men Talk Poetry - June/July 2001

Poetry by Chris Slusser I gave you something very special Something you should cherish. Something you should take care of I gave you my heart, and the best parts of my soul From the deepest corner of myself I found unused treasures, as if from a dusty attic, and I brought them out for you. And inside I had forgotten my pride, anger, and sorrow. I wanted you to love me, every part. From my bad side to my golden secrets. And you, with no faith in yourself, and no knowledge of true love, with fragile hands, dropped my box of precious treasures. Dropped them at my feet and fled And I tried to piece them together, but the fall had crushed my soul, shattered my dreams, broken promises. And in the midst of healing myself I realized why you’d hurt me so. You loved me, but the box was too heavy for you. b Love is not happiness. Love must be given away. To keep what you cherish most you must share it. No one can be loved without loving first. All love is blinding and at first sight How would you have found it if it wasn’t there at first? And how could you lose what has no ending" Broken hearts do not free themselves A broken winged bird cannot fly Time will only lessen the scar If you ever loved once so much and flew so high that your heart could fall m love from the sky and shatter, it was not a love meant to be forgotten.