Love

Why is it so hard?

This "trying to get over him"?

Its not working,

 I don't know why.

It feels like I'm suffocating my brain,

and he's the chloroform.

It's intoxicating.

With every thought I die more,

Like I'm moving,

but I'm not, in a dream floating,

Three feet above my body, hovering,

Then without warning I return to my prison, trapped,

A silent war with myself,

and my only wish to drift......

Reviews

[Fernando Dardón]

Maybe your problem is that you are still thinking of him, when thinking not to think of him.
I loved the metaphors you used, like this one:
"It feels like I'm suffocating my brain, and he's the chloroform"
The best way to distract from something (someone, on this case) is to do something totally different.
Unfortunately love is like a coin, with heads or tails; but the good thing is that we always can learn from bad experiences :)

I feel pretty identified with this piece of nice poetry, the difficulty to get over someone you loved so much.

KEEP IT GOING LIKE THIS, GREAT POEM ;) (Y)

[Fernando Dardón]

btw, I loved the picture of the girl ;D

[meganelizabeth23]

thanks hun I will!

[meganelizabeth23]

and I like your simile better

[ron]

It can feel like this. I know how it feels. Wonderful poem.

[meganelizabeth23]

thanks soldier!

[ron]

You are most welcome Megan.

[meganelizabeth23]

:)!!!!!!!!