Who Is Willing To Die For Me? Romantic Blogging Improv Iambic Poetry

Hey!
Yes, I’m talking to you!
Naturlich! Wem sonnst?
Allein, nur Du.

Was I not worth anything more
than you just walking away?
A door slam. You were sore,
but had nothing to say.

My entire existence
I waited for someone who
would push back and offer resistence.
I thought she was you.

Somewho who, when I turned away,
would come running back to me
and ask me to stay.
But I still wait vainly.

I wondered, again,
how much someone cared.
Were you more than a friend?
Was your soul really bared?

Foolish and silly
my asking was,
and yet, was it really?
The proof lies in what she does.

I wanted someone who would take risks,
who would stand and face the fire.
Who, when it came to this,
would scream “NO! You’re my desire!”

But instead, like so many others
who’d come and gone before,
who’ve claimed they were true lovers,
like them, you found the exit door.

Not one ever turned around
and gazed back longingly.
Not one ever uttered a mournful sound
and asked to come back to me.

Not one was able to reach into their soul
and say “I’m not going to leave.”
Not one said they wouldn’t go.
Not one argued. Not one made me believe.

Not one said “Wait. No! I’m willing to try!”.
Not one made me feel desired.
They all let their feelings die.
They all acted like love had expired.

It wasn’t a game.
It wasn’t manipulation.
It wasn’t rejection.
It was a question.

And no one has answered it yet.

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