Though

Posted on October 1, 2018 by tara caribou

I love him
Though I shouldn’t
I love him
Though he wonders why
I love him
Though he doesn’t return it
I love him
Though we are far apart
I love him
Though it doesn’t make sense
I love him
Though it breaks my heart
I love him
Though he holds another
I love him
Though he may never be mine
I love him
To the day I die

©️tara caribou – 2018

Category: PoetryTags: Coping, Depression, Life, Loneliness, Longing, Loss, Love, Poem, Poetry, Romance, Sadness, Want, Writing

36 Comments on “Though”

theitinerary1
October 1, 2018

Great post 😁

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- tara caribou
  October 1, 2018
  
  Thank you!
  
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  - theitinerary1
    October 1, 2018
    
    No problem! check out my blog when you get the chance 🙂
    
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Whippoorwill
October 1, 2018

Yep. It sure is peculiar how this love thing works. Great post, Tara.

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- tara caribou
  October 1, 2018
  
  Thanks! Yeah, it sure throws one for a loop. Darn inconvenient at times. And yet…. and yet it’s still a glorious, marvelous thing.
  
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The V Pub
October 1, 2018

The unrequited. Such a cruel twist that life serves up every so often. Beautifully expressed, Tara!

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- tara caribou
  October 1, 2018
  
  Thanks so much Rob! Yeah… it is cruel but it’s better to experience love than not at all, right?!
  
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  - The V Pub
    October 1, 2018
    
    ‘Tis better to love and lost, indeed!
    
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Jo
October 1, 2018

This love thing sounds overrated… I suggest putting it in a box… and burying out in the back yard. Deep. (so the bears don’t get it)

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- tara caribou
  October 1, 2018
  
  Is that what worked for you?? lol
  
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  - Jo
    October 1, 2018
    
    Yeah… with some modifications. We don’t have bears.
    
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    - tara caribou
      October 1, 2018
      
      Well that’s a relief!
      
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  - Jo
    October 1, 2018
    
    I also suggest smacking it at least once more than you think is necessary. Just to make sure its completely dead.
    
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    - tara caribou
      October 1, 2018
      
      I do carry a very big knife, so perhaps eviscerating it would help.
      
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    - Jo
      October 1, 2018
      
      Messy. But in my experience perforating something enough times is both effective stress relief and very efficient.
      
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    - tara caribou
      October 2, 2018
      
      Yes! You understand my point, then! Perfect.
      
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    - Jo
      October 2, 2018
      
      If you like pointy things… https://godarke.com/close-quarters-combat/
      
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    - tara caribou
      October 2, 2018
      
      Yeah. I carry the Spyderco byrd Crossbill. The one thing I wish it had was the pinky loop like on yours that is similar. Feels good in the hand, though. Like you said, good at creating space.
      
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    - Jo
      October 2, 2018
      
      Ha! Sci-fi geek and knife nerd. Who would have thought?
      
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    - tara caribou
      October 2, 2018
      
      Oh, I’m complicated, most assuredly.
      
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    - Jo
      October 2, 2018
      
      Complicated… in my experience.. also means not boring 😉
      
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    - tara caribou
      October 2, 2018
      
      Ehhh… depends on your definition of boring. I mean, I’m quite boring in many aspects but not so much in others.
      
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    - Jo
      October 2, 2018
      
      I take your point. I suppose boring is quite subjective.
      
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    - tara caribou
      October 2, 2018
      
      It is. I describe myself as ‘boring but I like it that way’. 🙂
      
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    - Jo
      October 2, 2018
      
      Joey is currently describing himself as un-caffeinated. Something he needs to remedy soon.
      
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pick1solution
October 1, 2018

Each and every reason is the definition of “WHY LOVE”. Great post.

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- tara caribou
  October 1, 2018
  
  I agree! Even when it’s tough or a cruel injustice… we still love! It’s a wonderful thing.
  
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Spiral Artist
October 1, 2018

To love. There is nothing quite like it – and even though it may crash and burn, or never come to fruition, that it is actually THERE helps immensely. Always.

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- tara caribou
  October 1, 2018
  
  I agree with you wholeheartedly, Spiral.
  
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  - Spiral Artist
    October 1, 2018
    
    n_n
    
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Mark Ryan
October 1, 2018

Ahhh, finally…a repetition poem i actually like. Thanks for creating, spinning and unleashing.

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- tara caribou
  October 1, 2018
  
  Thanks Mark. I’ve done a few repetition poems. Sometimes they work for me. 😉 I’m glad you liked it.
  
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  - Mark Ryan
    October 1, 2018
    
    I think yours are the only ones that I like, think it’s because I like the canvas you paint them on.
    
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    - tara caribou
      October 1, 2018
      
      Thanks Mark. Wow. Really, that makes my heart happy.
      
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The Stories in Between
October 1, 2018

Some people. It’s sort of cliche to say but love really is a mysterious thing. Or the idea of love maybe.

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- tara caribou
  October 2, 2018
  
  I agree. Love is a mystery. I was told by a friend earlier today to “stop trying to understand love using logic; just knock that shit off.” lol – possibly easier said than done, in my case at least.
  
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