The Letter

My Dear One,
The race is never over for one driving in circles.
I write this with newfound realization.
I don't know if what i said before 
Was to keep you talking,
Or if it is actually true.

My heart weeps from the strain of being pulled
From side to side, and it's going to rip apart.
Whether to sit by a fire that does not warm,
Or to try to rekindle a spark that will inflame my soul, 
I freeze either way.

We both were in love with each other. 
He is in love with me now,
Yet i do not know if i feel the same,
Because he doesn't leave me with that same yearning
I once had for you.
 
I thought you had moved on.
I was finally walking away until i saw your eyes.
That's why I write you now.
Our first encounter all over again.

But I cannot allow myself to be swept away by you.
I need to rebuild my walls against you.
Yet every brick placed makes me dead inside.
Better dead than with this virus.
With it, I cannot fully live.

I have to finally let you go
It is time for me to be free of you
Your power over me is dwindling
And I can no longer love someone
Who does not love at all.

Sincerely,
A Broken Heart

Reviews

[Boris Jonathan Novak]

A true pleasure to read. Who can honestly say they have not experienced the fact that someone has an almost surreal power over them? It happens... it's life... and we all have to move on. Sharing such feelings reinforces us in the fact that we didn't experience it alone. Thanks for sharing this poem. Keep them coming.

[Ralphy]

What a letter, one rich with natural yearning of a broken heart. Your words reach deep and bring drops that flow down my cheeks. I can recall a time that I was I on the other end of this letter, a lost soul that inflicted my disease, infecting one's life. Never wanting to let go of another, when overall I would be happier. It had to take many of your stowed emotions to write this letter and the bravery of an army�this is truly a wonderful write.

[nostal]

Nice. I like it.