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And after a thousand days of knowing you.
I've drowned now, by drowning you.
After a half dozen plays at knowing who,
I'm down now, because it wasn't you.
I still lack self control
My veins burn and ache with the need to know.
But I learned what I sought, and it broke my ******* heart.
*******'s the word because I'm so ******* hurt.
But more so I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to control this fire...
Were I with you... Love... Were we together...
And that hurts more than any acid in my body bubbling through the cracks. Or the dullness that has come over my life. Or the alcohol infused future that I constantly attract.
I remember so much so often. Only to forget.
It's no wonder what it's cost me, so far everything.
I wish that I could hold these thoughts within myself.
Until the end of time holding onto what could have saved us both.
The rain is a positive thing. As it fills our reservoirs.
Yet it's so attuned to standing for the sadness in our hearts.
I appreciate the rain. For being something that is so cold,
Yet brings life all the same, to these, such weary bones.
even though he was the one who ended things
I was the one who chose not to be friends
because one day if he moved on it would crush me
I think that's why they say, all good things must end
I know I loved him more than my life
but is this life of mine worth giving
and now that he is gone and were not close
is this life that I have worth living
I made so many promises to him
we said forever and always when we dated
but now it seems there is no for ever
all these outcomes I hadn't even debated
but what do I do now that were done
do I try and live out my life
do I forget I ever loved you dearly
and let someone else become your wife?
A poem I found from someone who messaged me which reflected what I thought she was thinking .. :'c not my work.
My blood pressure hasn't dropped, since the heart attack.
My heart hasn't stopped, since yours stopped beating.
Your heart hasn't started beating, since I stopped singing.
I haven't stopped singing to you, since the heart attack.
Oh how I, the black cat struts.
No now I, can not save this love.
Go I'll try, with absent luck.
Now goodbye, in a grave I dug.
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