I resign from your love
It's far too hard a job
My experiences have been too rough
I give my all but it isn't enough

Where does your love come from anyway?
Is it your gut that gives it away?
Myriad words I could right now say
If only it mattered, I could go on all day.

My walls are all blank, I stripped all our pictures
It reminded me of my failure; your silence tortures.
I munch no more popcorn like we used to in the movies.
I watch movies no more either, just hoping to be at ease.

I've had enough of my dreams crushed
Not sure if they can be reimbursed
It's far too hard, even for a job
I quit, I resign from your love.

I am only beginning to imagine
our futures separate
that our paths won't cross again
Not in the way they did
realizing that we shall never be
was quite a task
for someone who not so long ago
didn't think our path would ever diverge

What would your husband think about you leaving? Any kids?

"I don't have a husband anymore.... And no, no kids...there's no point anyway."

What?

"Loving anyone or anything.....
Feels great at first, but it always turns to crap. I know the truth about love.... Its a hell I'll never get out of alive."





No one does......

Should I give up?
Should I wait?
Should I...

I don't feel that you want to be mine
Like I want to be yours.
I feel that you aren't worthy no more
It’s like going to war and coming back dead

I don't want to give up,
I don’t like giving up,
I don't see myself giving up.

But...
There is a wide, wide, wide barrier
between us.
Its called PRIDE
It's doesn't let you open your heart
to the people that love you.
Doesn't let you see the beauty of love.
It covers your eyes with a dark mask.
Makes everything blurry around you.

Don't let the pride become a monster
and take your heart away from you.
Give your heart the liberty,
Give your heart the ability to talk,
let him express himself.

Give your heart the power, and let him fight.
Fight with that monster inside of you,
The monster that is taking away
the brightness of your eyes,
the sweetness of your lips,
the softness of your words.

Let him fight
and he will **** that big big big monster
that is killing your heart
that it’s called PRIDE.

I write to over come,
But then I become.
And so I write again,
But should not I refrain.
Lest I write about about about.

I pout.
I've sunk
My feet covered in gunk
My body wrapped in shallow water.

Too weak to even waver.
I hail.
But do I fail?
I'll trudge,

Forward with grudge.
I'll strive.
I'll thrive.
Ride the wave.

Behave!
I'll see the sun,
And run.
Pushing the limit.

Till I reach a summit.
Then down again...
But I'll regain.
For I see a beginning

And an ending,
The like of now,
I harden my brow.
This isn't the worse,
And if it were, let us rehearse:

If it's the worst, it can't get worse