I Want You to Know I Love You

This was a poem in school that was about a picture of a woman and we had to build her life off of that.

 

I Want You To Know I Love You

 

My life began it’s descend.

All those years ago.

Apparently bullets are not friends.

Then I let myself go.

 

I’m proud he served.

Although his was journey cut short.

Didn’t receive what he deserved.

His belongings, I now have to sort.

 

Do you know what it’s like?

To lose someone close to you.

Well I know what it’s like.

I have lost two.

 

 

My husband.

My son.

Both meant the world to me.

I stand.

Alone.

My heart has yet to be set free.

 

 

My pain inside.

I can’t explain with words spoken.

As I smile on the outside.

My heart is fallen, cracked, and broken.

 

Everything fell on that dreadful day.

All from just one single bullet gone astray.

 

I’ve cried.

I’ve screamed.

This hurt will never drift.

A heart attack.

A bullet.

Love is not a gift.

 

Almost my entire family.

Has been taken from under my feet.

Is this the plan, that God had for me?

I believe He has begun to deceit.

 

Even as this picture is taken.

I begin to feel my hands start shaking.

Some of my misery is still caged within.

My smile is fading, I might cry again.

 

Moving on.

Is something that I must do.

And while my mind is still gone.

I am starting my life over, new.

 

My son may have been all I had.

But he left me with a son of his own.

This child may not have known his dad.

But none of his sadness is shown.

 

 

 

 

As the flash, on the camera shines bright.

He holds a big smile on his face.

These two deaths, I’ll have to fight.

But their memories will never erase.

 

I loved my husband, more than you can imagine.

But I didn’t realize what I had then.

 

Most people don’t begin to love.

Until it is taken from them.

All we need is a little shove.

And we open our eyes again.

Reviews

[ShadowHaze]

Do you realize how true this poem is? i dont care, if this poem was some jacked up thing that you wrote for no reason. I honestly don't. Because this is the best freaking poem I have ever read.

'Love is not a gift.'

Love, isn't understood by anyone, even if they think they do. Love is a terrible and wonderful thing. Love can bring comfort and joy, but when it's ripped away from you, you're lost and broken, but you still love the thing that was ripped away from you, don't you? That's what this poem says! And I can't agree more.

'Most people don't begin to love.
Until it is taken from them.
All we need is a little shove.
And we open our eyes again.'

That I find that true in more ways then anyone can ever imagine. My sister was "ripped away from me" in a manner of speaking, three years ago, when I was 9. It was an extremely difficult time, and that stanza, or whatever, brought my memeories back to her. Don't get me wrong, I've never forgotten her. I actually just saw her for the first time in three years, this May. But it brought the memeories of how much pain she had put me and my family in, for quit awhile.

This is a terrible and wonderful poem, and shows more depth and feeling in it, then I expect you intended.

--Haze

[Kortni]

This is truly amazing :D