The Heart Is A WellA Poem by Tessa MelendezHearts are wells full of love and all its components. When you don't experience much love, your well is empty. Yet you try to give love to others from that well.It sucks to have experienced falling asleep with someone, I miss the feel of hands running over my body as if to memorize me, I miss that peace that seemed to fill an empty place, especially when looking upon his face, eyes closed as he dozed. I miss that warmth, That ease. And I fight myself every day, Hearing that broken voice say that it wasn't meant to be , It will never be. There's no one to look at me, the way I looked at him, No one to treat me, As sweetly as I treated him, There never will, 'Cause I can't let anyone in, I can't ever win, Because I had a heart deep within that always wanted to give and give from a well that could only give a sip, But, my heart played Jesus for a bit and made that sip into a lake from which too many hands could take, But, guess who ended up burned at the stake? ME! Because my heart actually wanted to taste the water from someone else's well, But no one seemed to be able to tell, And now my heart is just a shell, Dehydrated and burnt to hell, And what else can I do but long to put it out of its misery? All that hopefullness and happiness is history! I dont want anything out of life anyway! Do try to make me stay, maybe you'll get another day, But, honestly, I hate it here. I hate longing for someone to hold me dear and near to their heart. I hate longing for senual touch without fear of losing trust. I hate feeling that I have no real purpose. All this writing for what? I'm still no better than I was on depression day one. In fact, I'm much worse. © 2020 Tessa MelendezAuthor's Note
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Added on August 28, 2020 Last Updated on August 28, 2020 Tags: #love, #depression, #sad, #heart, #heartbroken AuthorTessa MelendezWilmington, DEAboutI am 20 years old and have been writing since I was 12 years old. I started as a story-writer, I'm more of a poet now. My stories have kinda fallen off and the poetry comes more easily now, more as a .. more..Writing
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