You don't understand how many nights I've stayed up crying.
Choking on my own tears.
Like I've said many times before you are my air.
The one who would comfort me as I sleep, now even you in my dreams cut me so deep.
I love you is a lie.
I've waited so long for you to do what's right.
And now I lay here at night, & cry.
I finally gave up. Night after night of feeling so god damn alone and day after day, begging you for one second. I gave up.
I never missed your kiss, I never missed your embrace, I missed the intimacy we once shared in how you always smiled when you heard my voice.
All I did was give you a choice.
Me.
You choose everything and wanted nothing to do with me.
You placed this ring on my finger & told me if all you had was this hand. That you could die a happy man.
Tell me how I could never bring you to smile.
How could you make me the high light of your life, but change your mind and remove me from the cover.
I made you, my motivation to better my self. To be absolutely yours so I could always be there for you. You never lifted a finger for me.
You lied and said you would.
Actions speak louder than words. But in this instance I was deaf I could never hear you tell me. I begged you to just show me.
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Author:
Gemaeice (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 5th, 2018 18:19
- Comment from author about the poem: And after one year, even though I have written beautiful works for him, about him. There's always a end to every beautifully written story.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Wow. What an intense poem. I’ve been there but I couldn’t express like this.
I loved this line:
“I missed the intimacy we once shared in how you always smiled when you heard my voice.”
Such sweetness in the middle pain. It really stuck out to me.
Great write!
Yeah he always used to smile but then it became a drag for him to call me. And our conversations we're hours long with no words shared bewteen us.
If you read the rest of my poetry you will see how we used to be. Until you read the one. And that's why it's called "one year later "
I will certainly do that. Thanks.
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