Category: Writers Block
Who knew it was possible,
To further break a heart,
Already shattered, already burned to ashes and turned to dust.
In your eyes I saw my salvation, in your arms I was free.
My broken heart again began to believe.
We came together in a white hot flash of pleasure and what I thought was caring.
And then, oh, and then,
You seemed to change your mind.
It wasn't what I needed, no, I needed a friend, you said.
But all I ever needed was you, my friend.
And then you all but disappeared, taking my heart and mind with you.
Still, I prayed and still, I hoped.
Upon
your return, my heart was doomed.
For a wolf once in love, her mind she cannot change.
You ask what I would do, if you found someone new?
I of course would be happy for you.
Even as the dust that is my heart shatters, dispurses to the wind.
You ask me to trust you, and I will.
I'm stronger than you think I am.
I'm strong enough to live, even with this pain.
You say you can see the hurt another inflicted upon me, see the scars, the breaks.
But do you see the wounds and the new scars, that you, my friend have left?
You don't want to put me through more pain, you say.
But you cannot know the grievous hurt my heart feels now for you.
My love is unshakable, I could have withstood it all.
But if you could not wait for me, why should I wait when you bare no love for me at all.
All your words mean little, when you've turned to another you find superior.
I would have been good enough had I been healed?
Then why could you not wait for me, if what you say you felt was real?
If you deem me not strong now, why could you not wait until I had the strength you think I so lack?
If I am so important, why was I laid so easily aside?
Questions, questions, but answers so painfully obvious.
My love, it was for naught, but my love I cannot change.
Though I should not do so, I shall wait.
I will wait, even though you could not do the same.
And as I love so I shall wait.
I do both these things in vein.
Trust me, hear me when I say. I would endure a thousand physical blows, to this one emotional one. Broken bones heal, but a broken heart is not so easily pulled back together, from scattered dust and ashes. Still, I will be strong, proving you wrong.
I will be strong, I will not be weak.
Not again, not ever.
No, I shall not even weep.
Be happy, be free, my friend.
No, I won't forget, not the memories.
Not these newly opened scars.
Forget me, as you have already partially done.
Enjoy the heart you conquered, perhaps oneday you will realize it truly is a strong one.
Wow. Speaks volumes if you've been there.
I feel like I'm about to enter that void. I have almost been there but never to that extent.