Wrong Kind of Love
By: Opal Soul

I'm so confused; I did it all for you
Why did you spurn my kindness; trust away my care?
Speaking lies for what? Perverse pleasure or my pulsing, painful tears?
So much aching, so many untruths; loss of friendship and despair

I don't understand the agape love in my wayward heart
My friends say you're not worth it; I agree
Unexplained hurt leading me to a decision: forever to depart
From this world, from you-- from the life I know and what you do to me

Web of tangles and intrigues
There is no escape
I tried once; offered peace
Held out love, the masking tape
You threw it in my face
"Wrong kind of love," you said
Proceeded to make life unworthy
Made me think my life's book was read

I know I'm not perfect and I know you're angry
Still I think of the sad longing on your face as you said those fateful words
"I hate you" was uttered; "I hate me too," I replied. Why can't you see
That you killed me with your phrase, your hate as a sword?

Part of me wants to die; another wants to live
But how? Hatred burns black from you; an emotion alien
I had a perfect love; to make you happy anything I would give
Is that a crime; is that a sin?

Web of tangles and intrigues
There is no escape
I tried once; offered peace
Held out love, the masking tape
You threw it in my face
"Wrong kind of love," you said
Proceeded to make life unworthy
Made me think my life's book was read

So where do I go from here? What can I do?
Everything's changed and cut off
Torn between-- am I to hate or continue to love you?
Your handling of my fragile spirit too rough

I don't know what to say; I've tried all I can
Don't want to give you up as a failure; want the best
I tried to tell the truth; don't know why you ran
Away, far away-- yet it won't give me rest

Web of tangles and intrigues
There is no escape
I tried once; offered peace
Held out love, the masking tape
You threw it in my face
"Wrong kind of love," you said
Proceeded to make life unworthy
Made me think my life's book was read

"Wrong kind of love," you said
When is love wrong?
What kind of emotions then
Did you harbor all along?
"I'm sorry," I whispered to no avail
"I can't give you the right kind of love."

Well? What do you think? I wrote this when I was feeling down . . . this poem is all about me. For those who wonder, this isn't about the romantic type of love . . . oh, no-- this is about a real guy who wanted more than friendship and since I can't give him the "right kind of love," he's making my life miserable as I type. I know it's kind of confusing. Sorry. Any feedback and/or suggestions for this or any of my other stories can be sent to or . I'm working on updating all my stories. My problem is this: I keep thinking of new plot-lines! Ahhh!
Thanks to: my wonderful spell-check and the loving friends who kept me from doing something drastic to myself.
"If I am a jewel, as a dear friend once flirtatiously dubbed me, I am an opal. Fiery ice swirling in the milk-white of innocence. Passion and compassion. Myself to the core." Surprisingly enough, I wrote that. It's just to clarify any questions on my strange pen-name.