I said I wouldn´t

heartbroken

For awhile I stopped thinking,

Feeling insane,

I whispered his name to God,

Knowing my love was in vain.

I said I wouldn´t do this,

Write about him anymore,

Yet here I am,

My heart opens a closed door.

It never mattered,

Not one of my words...

Yet expressed here,

It blooms,it grows.

Perhaps hate,

twisted misery

or fate,

Sad memories sustained.

His love for me was a joke,

Sensitive,lost and broke.

From one nightmare to another-

From desamor never I awoke.

I said I would move on,

It´s been about a week,

But three years later,

For him, my worthless heart beats.

The tragedy of life,

Is the loss of love,

Unrequitted or miscontrued,

Vivacity subdued...

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Love scars, but unseen on the outside, those of the heart take time to heal and fade - but they never disappear! This is my interpretation of your delicate and emotional write! Very exquisitely penned ... :-)