Broken Truth

My most recent writing. It further strains my inner feelings after losing my one true love.

Every time I think of you, I want to lay down and die.

Every time I hear your name, I hang my head and cry.

The Passion still burn, yet I take another.

Withering away as I'm torn asunder.

The Grip takes hold, like talons to my heart.

Oh how I wish that just once, I had been smart.

This heart aching so, I wish for it's removal.

Only to be met with unanimous disapproval.

We laughed and cried and even slept side-by-side.

Now ruins are left because I lied.

So much hope and trust, and love and care.

But all is washed away; Simply no fair.

Why is it I hold on to lost love?

Will I always imagine you as a Beautiful Dove?

These answers seem difficult, but in truth are simple.

If that is so, why do my thoughts now ripple?

Self infliction of pain, yes, but what's the use?

Why not search for something sturdy to ready my Noose?

No ropes, no chains, means no reason to worry.

Because I don't intend to leave in such a hurry.

I'm strong. I'm brave. I will carry through.

The world seems so different, as if brand new.

Just so different, without you.

Without You.

Author's Note

What are your thoughts? Any good?