My mind will forget the minor details, the names of others and the way he smells. It's the heart that is clenching, hanging on. Somehow this pain will never be gone. He's no longer loved by the fool that is me, but the damage he's left here, sets me far from free. Watching you sleep, loving you silly. I loved you, my baby, now this heart has grown chilly. There is something so heavy that I have learned, the heart's not the same, once it's been burned. It's something like static, I can't seem to connect. He severed my heart, what would you expect? A signal will do, or even a spark. Still nothing, my heart remains dark. It is connection I long for, not even lust, I want a romance, a love I can trust. I can sit alone for hours, lost in my head. My heart remains yearning, it's only me in my bed. I must tread lightly when I feel my heart flutter, it's a familiar feeling, one that makes me shutter. It is the beginning of emotion, a feeling so strong. One that left me longing, and hurting for so long. Love shall linger and then so will dread. I separate the two, but only in my head. He loved me deeply and I loved him back. We were the best of friends with much baggage at that. Open and honest, strong and true. This heart was yours, my passion only grew. Revealing so much, letting you in. Such trust I had, to even begin. Of masochist nature, to even say, I'd rather feel pain than this emptiness stay. Sometimes I wonder if I can even be fixed, or if love will forever have a sickening twist. Hiding, hurting, knowing it was you, the man I held close, who brewed this aching heart stew. Witnessing your hurts, your hate and your games. I don't understand why it is me left with shame. Your words reflected hurt, the pain that you felt. They were spit back at me, pelt after pelt. You won't be forgotten, in my heart or in my head. I'll remember you forever, the one who left me dead.
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