Your Forever

The under-toe pulls at my feet,
and I'm left with only sand.
She walked back in
and I'm left holding my own hand.
I console myself whispering
'I can wait'
Convincing only myself
I must do the work of fate.
And there you are smiling, enjoying everything
about your new life, your new wife.
And there I am breaking,
with my wrist to a knife.
I was never one of the strong ones,
that pick themselves up when they're down.
I'm one of the weak ones.
My main accessory is my frown.
But how I wish one more day,
I could belong to you.
Focus of those eyes,
deep pools of blue.
But instead I watch,
longing heart I endeavor.
Wishing, hoping to be what was once
Your Forever.

Reviews

[Aaron Browder]

This poem says an enormous amount.

I console myself whispering
'I can wait'
Convincing only myself
I must do the work of fate.

-- My favorite lines. Life is back-breaking work for some people, while for others it seems like a breeze. But don't forget that the struggle always makes us better and stronger.

I can really feel your pain. Good job with this.

[Randy Scott II]

Beautiful. No other adjective describes this better.

[Annie29]

Thank You (:

[theslain19]

Wow, this poem hits deep. I think a lot of people can relate to heartbreak and the ultimate struggle of getting through it. This poem is beautiful yet painful, but you pull it off. Nice work.

[Annie29]

Thank you (:

[Justin]

Whoa, I really enjoyed this piece. There was more than one time where the next line surprised me with its flow. You definitely worked this poem well together, and I admire you for your work at rhyming ;)

I feel a strong relation to this poem, and I think you really nailed a couple soft-spots head on. Good job giving that imagery as well! For your first piece in a year, I'd say you haven't rusted one bit!

[Annie29]

Thank you(:

[Wolfwind]

The pain of heartbreak can be an anchor or it can be the wind that fills our sails. We chose to either let the past hold us, or let the lessons of the past push us forward. While the pain still lingers, it is like all things, momentary along the journey that we call life. We remember, but we need not drown, we can walk memory lane, but not let it bring us a frown.

A well writen piece of poetry!
Aaron

[Annie29]

Thank you (:

[Annie29]

I can feel the hurt in your words, Annie, but yet, there is always hope...
Beautifully penned. And I guess you're not weak at all, writing like this ;-)

- Elisa

[Annie29]

Thank you (:

My pleasure always ;)