Left Over Peace

I would have loved you till the day that I died

You were supposed to be the light in my eye

but i was stupid

just a plaything for cupid

it hurts a lot

it tears me in two

you know not

what you do

to a hopeless romantic like me

i am free

but drowning in this depressing sea

now matter how i try to fix myself

i find myself standing at the edge

oh lover why couldnt you love me

i gave all my love to you

everytime you asked for my kisses and my energy

i gave it up

all that time you were buying a house with her in stockton

then as i try to accept and move on

he has the audacity to invite me to the hot tub

it makes me want to scream

i feel the strangling of our dead dream

then all these new guys who refuse to marry want to touch my soft parts

dont you see all these depressed damsels are trying to fix their own broken hearts

can't you see they dont need more to add their eternal dark

they are looking for the hero

the angel

we used to know

in the fairy tale

now lost in every male

our guy friends are our friends

we dont want to be sexing everyone in the end

because we see now there are no benefits

he just came around when he was down

where were you for me

where is the energy i need

all i feel is the depression and the angry

its good because it forces me to stay free

cut this heart string and empty promising

al i can do is stand and watch this castle crumbing

as this dream leaves me feeling strangling

i left these corpses hanging

cause he dont hear me even if i keep banging

so i can only pray for forgiveness

and the seasons changing

as autumn breeze blows the leaves

i try to cover myself with this left over peace

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I do like the below lines dear poet.
"all i feel is the depression and the angry
its good because it forces me to stay free
cut this heart string and empty promising
al i can do is stand and watch this castle crumbing
as this dream leaves me feeling strangling
i left these corpses hanging"
The above lines. We shall find often in a long life. But we must rise up. Wiser and protect our heart. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote