Broken Words.

Words, of the broken.

Words; seems I am left with no more.
Perhaps all was lost since you.
For of us, there was a lack of closure.
Our story ended at a cliff hanger,
It is hard to close the book,
When I keep hoping to flip to the next page.

But if I keep staring at a blank page,
Holding on so tightly to the hardcover,
My knuckles would turn white,
But it would never change the fact that
There is no more to the story,
That what we WERE, is past tense
That this book is one of history;
There is no sequel, no next level.

Oh, but I am just a poor reader,
Who have lusted for your imageries,
And fallen in love with your word construction.
But an even poorer writer,
For I have lost my touch since the day 
You left without a word. 

Reviews

[TheLoneWriter]

Amazing poetry! A very relatable poem and really made me think about things a little deeper now. Very complex.

[Kaitlyn Raiford]

Pain seeps through verses and into my mind. I could feel myself starting to cry as I read this. I can relate- and as I read I feel the lust of past love creeping up into me and making me wish I could go back and relive it. This writing has shown me the passion of wanting something I have already left behind and have supposedly "moved on" but am secretly holding onto in hopes that lost love will be rekindled. This is simply amazing and beautiful. It has moved me in a way I did not think I could be moved. Thank you for sharing this!

[ilyssacrescent]

Why, thank you! Just you mentioning how you find this piece relate-able makes me feel that the words I wrote with those emotions all the more meaningful. I am deeply grateful that I am able to share it with you, and that those words put together could somehow touch you.

[Kaitlyn Raiford]

You are entirely welcome. :)

[Grimesy]

Very beautiful. Left me wanting more.