I try convincing myself that I'm okay
But the harsh reality, I'm not.
Some days I find my heart giving up,
My mind tells me I must continue on.
I look at tomorrow as a new day,
Then the delicate memories of his
So seldom, gentle touch flood my soul, forcing me to swelter with
Regret, depression, and words I cannot express.
If I could ponder just one last moment
With him, standing right beside me, what would I say?
How much I love him, miss him, and want him as my other half?
No, of course not.
His ears listen but his heart does not,
He, the one I still love feels no more for this black hole
That is left guarded with no more than the grace of her
Unfortunate will power.
The will keeping her from falling
For all eternity remains by her side,
Although it still faces little reality
Of the thoughts and memory she still revives.
Keeping them hidden,
Leaves the will with uncertainty of her weakness
I wonder if I'll make it one last day
To once again find myself in the arms,
I am destined to be with.
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