Love is gone

Aa Harvey

Love is gone

 

 

All the times that we had, like a star they explode.

Now they are to stay gone and you are no longer all that I know.

What I need; what I had.  It is all gone into the past.

Like a piece of history, she is gone and she is never coming back.

 

 

It was us until the end and now we are not even friends;

Just an ex on a life map and there is no turning back.

There is no way to recall all the love that is now on the floor.

Shattered dreams are all gone and now all I can hear is our song.

 

 

Now I just keep on playing it on repeat;

I keep a piece of you inside of me and I have lost a piece of me.

We were broken by three and now we will never be.

Just a memory of what we were;

Just the fading traces of our lost love.

Just a painful heartache;

This result feels so unjust.

 

 

All the love that we shared

And all those times I thought I would never forget;

All those memories I wanted to keep inside my head.

They are all gone now…

 

 

We cannot say what we want to tell each other,

Without sounding mean.

It was meant to be you and me;

Now we have lost out on everything.

 

 

All the pictures I will delete;

I do not want a single memory.

Not a thought of you to cross my mind. 

My mind is made; we have had our time

And if I could turn back time,

I would take back some of the words that I said;

But I just cannot forget,

What we have lost…

Now this love is dead.

 

 

They say move on with your life,

But I cannot because you were my life

And now I stand here alone,

With your number still on my phone.

If I do press delete, then you are truly gone

And this is truly it.

I wish it didn’t have to be,

But it must, but still…no delete.

My finger waits over your name;

I could remove all my pain,

But still I cannot remove you from me.

 

 

Now all love is in the past, afar, just as you are

And as I walk down the street, I see you talking in a bar,

With a smile on your face; with another man in my place.

Oh my God, I hate this day!

Why could I not just find a way,

To give you what you needed from me? 

It was never me that you needed.

 

 

It was him or anyone else; I am simply gone.

I am now lost in my own nightmares.

I only wish that you could still care;

But you no longer do, so I say you never did.

This does not heal my love;

It is truly broken,

Because I am so stupid.

 

 

(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

 

  • Author: Aa Harvey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 28th, 2018 00:52
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 14
  • User favorite of this poem: Laura🌻.
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Comments1

  • Laura🌻

    Aa,
    You’re not stupid, you’re living life...the ups and downs of life...and that’s what life is all about!
    I’ve been there once or twice...
    Life will go on...
    So perhaps you should delete...

    A fine write for a good read to have reminded me that I chose wisely to
    have deleted...once or twice!

    ~Laura~

    • Aa Harvey

      "Dead Love, couldn't go no further.
      Proud of and disgusted by her...
      Oh Lord I ain't coming home with you.

      My life's a bit more colder.
      Dead wife is what I told her...
      Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do

      I see my...messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze.
      The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells, miss-spells, knocks me on my knees...
      ...In Hell I'll be in good company.

      Dead Love couldn't go no further.
      Proud of and disgusted by her...
      Oh Lord I ain't coming home with you.

      My life's a bit more colder.
      Dead wife is what I told her...
      Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do.

      I see my...messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze.
      The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells, misspells, knocks me on my knees...
      In Hell I'll be in good company."

      The Dead South - In Hell I'll be in good company.


      When I delete her number from my phone she is dead to me and there is no going back. If only the memories of loving her would disappear as easily as her name from my phone.



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