My heart is broken once again.
You keep leaving me,
leaving myself to slowly fall into despair.
Here I lay, in my bed,
Thinking if you will come back.
I wait and wait, but the result is nothing.
All I did was leave for two minutes.
I return,
But you leave for hours.
If this is how it is now,
When I leave for an hour,
Will you leave for eternity?
I cannot handle this hurt.
The abandonment by my own love,
Makes my chest throb in pain.
Should I trust you and give you a third chance,
Or should I free myself from the cruelty,
But mourn over my loss of you?
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC
My heart is broken once again.
You keep leaving me,
leaving myself to slowly fall into despair.
Here I lay, in my bed,
Thinking if you will come back.
I wait and wait, but the result is nothing.
All I did was leave for two minutes.
I return,
But you leave for hours.
If this is how it is now,
When I leave for an hour,
Will you leave for eternity?
I cannot handle this hurt.
The abandonment by my own love,
Makes my chest throb in pain.
Should I trust you and give you a third chance,
Or should I free myself from the cruelty,
But mourn over my loss of you?
Something similar that happened to me inspired me to write this.
A lot of my poems have been quite sad so far hasn't it?
