{"id":2241,"date":"2012-12-18T22:27:45","date_gmt":"2012-12-18T22:27:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/averral.com\/blog\/?p=2241"},"modified":"2012-12-18T22:28:04","modified_gmt":"2012-12-18T22:28:04","slug":"hopeless-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2012\/12\/hopeless-love\/","title":{"rendered":"Hopeless Love"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I can be all you want me to be
\nAs long you love me for who I am<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

In my world of hopelessness, there is no longer pain<\/p>\n

I feel numb<\/strong>
\nby medication
\nI feel numb <\/strong>
\nby coffee
\nI feel numb<\/strong>
\nby setting unrealistic<\/del> targets<\/p>\n

I feel numb that my poetry is dull and my dance is soulless
\nWhat can I hope for when all evidence points at hopelessness?<\/p>\n

My version of love is poetic. It is unconditional, giving and kind.
\nIn my unrealistic artistic world of self expression
\nI am trying to find a rare love that is hard to find<\/p>\n

A love that I can freely give, but unable to receive
\nA love that you can ride on, but I cannot stop running
\nA love like a fast drive beside the oceans<\/p>\n

In my love, there is only transcendence
\nIt is a journey within, like no other
\nIf you can’t take it this far
\nthen… my love is not for you.<\/p>\n

My love is hopeless, meaningless and crazy.
\nobsessive, possessive and recessive<\/p>\n

My love can create something beautiful
\nor just plainly destroy.<\/p>\n

My love is poetic, like a painting, like a dance
\nit is unexplainable, unquantified, illogical and downright sick<\/p>\n

You might never understand.
\nI don’t think you will ever will<\/p>\n

. . . .
\nSometimes I think if I am hopeless or insane, but I prefer to believe I am a disillusioned artist verging on the lines of insanity, trying to create great works of art before the light of my candle is snuffed out by the forces of nature.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I can be all you want me to be As long you love me for who I am In my world of hopelessness, there is no longer pain I feel numb by medication I feel numb by coffee I feel numb by setting unrealistic targets I feel numb that my poetry is dull and my […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n