Weary endearment

This is better than all my poems combined. Bean, this is amazing.

you only say that because you are incapable of seeing the beauty in your own poems. i happen to think your poems and songs that i've read are much better

I'm feeling weak in my poetry now too.

We are resigned to see deficit & flaw in ourselves more than we'd typically find in others when it comes to art/passions.

Your poems are more beautiful than any of mine. It's awesome.

shushshs

Is the last line intentionally  ambiguous to enhance the depth of the poem or am I reading too much into it and projecting my own ambivalence? I'm aware art is up for interpretation.    
 
I've not found myself especially liking the darker poems, but yours has a bittersweet beauty I cannot deny.  

the last line is how i describe myself. and thank you

Let me rephrase: Is the love at the end talking about the love of someone or the type of love that the someone has?

the love of someone

Thank you for explaining. I'm sure I'm annoying.

oh no im happy to explain. its my poetry that's confusing after all. i didn't for a second think you were annoying

I didn't think it was confusing. Sometimes poems are constructed to have multiple meanings. I was just curious of your intentions.

true, well im glad it wasn't confusing.

the kind of love i desire that is

"weather dull or bright im left with the doubt,
now scarred wrists and chapped lips"

Love these lines- I feel that doubt can create a certain hell to live in, feeding off of old scars while creating new wounds. The final line is an excellent ending, left me wondering if the game is ever won.

Thank you for sharing!

thank you for the feedback I'm glad you enjoyed it