I am not ready to give love,
Not really.

I offer it often enough,
But only to those who
Have neither the
Desire nor capacity
To receive it.


Those persons who
Can and will
Take my love,
Who appreciate it,
Savor it,
And return a goodly measure
Of their own
Terrify me.

I tremble

If these words were printed
In my hand and not passed through
The magic of the internet
Before your reading,
You could see the tremors—
The shaking in the lettering.

I give these god-creatures
Of my existence subsistence
Portions of love, rations,
Token gestures of affection
Questionable comfort:
68 degrees F of warmth.

Poetry by Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-02-10 at 00:06

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This reminds me of Regina Spektor's song, "Fidelity," where she mentions always having one foot on the ground. Shying away from the risk of giving love to those who might return it, keeping that safety net, keeps us from getting hurt. The trepidation and frustration really comes through here. Thank you for sharing this with us.

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Because you have been hurt. Sometimes we even destroy relationships unwittingly rather than give of ourselves. There is less hurt then. This is open and honest and heartfelt.

this is deep. let me first immerse myself in the poem.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
It's safer than losing yourself.

John holliday
Makes me feel a sadness ........trust is a hard thing to give if trust has been broken in the past

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
sometimes caution and reticence are appropriate. Nicely written Ashe.

yes, kant can The PoetBay support member heart!
you should trust me
what do you risk?

I understand, Ashe. Seems like much of the love I give, is
wasted. You don't know who to trust. I think we're in the
same sinking boat.