You can't save the world...

by LadySpark

  • Poetry
  • Spiritual · Dramatic

Published April 15, 2012

In Poems from Before I Was A Poet

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Yeah. SO, I have no idea what this is. Actually, I DO know what it is. But it's personal reasons... so yeah. I know it's short, but I kind of like it that way. I especially love the ending! 

Once something is said,
you can’t take it back.
Once something is heard,
you’ll never hear again.

Then what about the lies that are written,
scribbled across a napkin in the dead of night?
Your drunken hand unsteady,
the candlelight flickering on the old table.

You’re so many things I can’t put into words,
so many things that are untrue.

“You can’t save the world,” they tell me.
This is true.
But my darling, I wish I could save you.
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Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.
— Jamie Anderson