loved - Blackout Poetry Notes

Devotedly

I can go to my grave
feeling that I have loved you,
devotedly.

Her soul stood apart,
so very tender and beautiful.
She loved extraordinarily as if living
was but a shadow to
this feeling.

I want to be loved
sloppy
and winded,
with tiny gasps
of breath.

It's no good - friendship
was so wearying.
She dared never let it come out,
how blind he was!
She loved his soul.

Somewhere in his soul,
he still loved her.

She loved
as if thousands of roots
had grown
quietly,
in the tangle of bonds
so intimate and
curiously invading.

He simply adored me,
I loved a man
who wanted me.

You threw me away,
I loved you to the point
of distraction.
More than anything,
imagine that.
We were so intimate
I could puke.

Her heart
was struggling to smile,
if only I had not loved
the wrong guy.

They paced the moment
gradually
yielding to feelings.
He loved none but her.