Winds of Love

The harsh winds of the night blow through my sweater as I walk.

As I walk my mind reels with questions about the pain in my life.

The pain in my life surrounds me and tries taking over.

Taking over my thoughts so that I suffer.

I suffer because the world recoils to my touch.

My touch is as cold as ice, as is my heart.

My heart has been broken too many times to love.

To love for me is impossible.

Author's Note

I wrote this the night my ex told me he was moving to California. :( I was walking around and the wind was blowing pretty hard and when I got home it kinda just came to me.

Reviews

[TamiViolet]

Painfully touching. Excellent imagery of the harsh wind through the sweater. I could really feel that. Too bad love sometimes can't discover equilibrium.... Many times we find 'the lover' and 'the lovee' .... the one who takes and the one who seems to do all, or at least most, of the giving.

But love is comparable to the wind, and when it settles, we are not the same anymore. I guess we're either broken or more complete than we ever thought conceivable.

I hope you love again. I really do. Heartfelt and moving work.