How Is It?

How is it that I can hate someone who I love with the same ferocity?
How is it that I continue to breathe after my heart has been pulled from my chest?
How is it that the world doesn't stop to notice that I'm on my knees begging for just one moment of solace?
How is it that the one I sought to hold me, & dry my tears has become the source of those tears?
How is it that the one who asked me to take down my walls & trust him, is the same one who has reminded me why I had them up in the first place?
How is it possible to believe that, one day, this will be nothing more than a painful memory?
How is it possible to live a life without the only one I've ever had by my side?

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This speaks loud and clear to the reader... in the event of everything... there is only the reflectiveness of a relationship... and the hold to keep everything in and release with eviction...

[Malan]

Thank you so much :)

[Sami Khalil]

I like questions in a poem and this is a proof...Thank you for sharing...:)

[Malan]

Thank you so much.. :)

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...Any time...:)