“The karma of love”
The karma of love
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
When we are young. We waste the gift of love.
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Written on 5 March 1985
I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could light up the world surrounding you.
I remember how I wanted you. How I twisted my world backward. Just for a few moments of your touch.
Now my heart is in remorse and dismantle. Every time I think of you. How you made every moment so special. I feel weaken.
Now your smiles are rare. Your beautiful blue eyes lost their sparkles. You are living alone in a wasteland of loneliness. Hiding all your pain. I taught you.
Maybe your life wasn’t so tough. But your heart was tender. Easily broken. And me . I was just after another conquest. Another heart to add to my hunger. Never to be fulfilled.
You won. After I left you. Your beautiful face. The memories of your tears. Left me empty and dead.
Now I dreams I left you smiling. Laughing for our love would never end for you. You would be my brightest star.
I would be there to hold you when you were afraid.
I awake alone. Seeing the damage done to you. Was done to me.
I called you. I told you. “I’m sorry. I would come back. I miss and love you.”
You whispered. “Thank you. I’m alright. It is too late. I have nothing left to give.”
So funny. I realized I stole all your dreams.
I also lost my dreams the morning I left you in our warm bed. To conquer another poor woman.
Leaving you with my heart.
Coyote
5 March 1985


Becoming aware of our own capacity to create heartbreak may break our own hearts but they will open up by becoming broken and we will learn essential lessons. That is what I believe and have experienced. This is a powerful poem.
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Me too. I paid for my bad actions. Karma is a far judge.
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that is a scary place to be in, traitor in love!
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You are right. Being a traitor in love is a bad place to land. It does teach us. All good or bad things will comeback. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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