The author of my wounds

It became cold between us.
The I love you's froze in time.
The reasons came to light.
Boring fights that never had endings.
Asking for forgiveness wasn't enough.
The relationship was non excistent.

So I left behind your airs of innocence.
Playing the victim was your favorite role.
Even forgetting my name, only called me love.
Fake tears running down your face as I walked away.

The so called love of your life wasn't me.
I realized you were not worth it.
Leaving was the only way out.
Knowing you had become the author of my wounds.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Love teaches us many lessons. We learn love is rare and hard to find.
"Even forgetting my name, only called me love.
Fake tears running down your face as I walked away."
The above lines. Honest and painful words learned. Thank you Angie for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Angie G]

Thank you Coyote for always having kind words to say on my work. Life wasn't meant to be easy and teaches us many leassons. But we learn and move forward with a new perspective. Thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Angie and you are welcome.