Dying Love
I lost too much of myself in love.
I gave all I had to give until what I was giving wasn’t enough.
He never asked for my heart
But he took it and much more before he decided to depart.
He tore it deep from my chest as he walked out of my life.
He took it from the only love I knew was right.
He couldn’t give his then he walked out the door.
He broke it over and over again until I couldn’t feel anymore.
My heart laid a shattered mess.
My feelings I will never profess.
Why did I stay?
So much I couldn’t say!
Interfering in his priorities, I was always in the way.
That’s the price I pay for feeling everyday.
Now I bare hi sacred scar that runs deep within that I keep well from being seen.
Its connected like a diluted gene.
I his tattered rag doll he tossed to the side, reliving the words he lied.
Living a lie thinking we felt the someway and him pretending everything will be ok.
You would never fight,
Not even for us last night.
In some ways you were right.
I you said you never knew.
I guess in some ways that was true.
The way I cared.
The way I shared.
Do you really think I would hurt you?
Do you really think everything wasn’t true?
Do you really believe I am a lie?
You made me feel so worthless I wanted to die.
You pushed me into doing things that wasn’t me.
As for us only in time we would see.
I stand here now looking for closure,
And now I see for sure a small man is nothing more.
I would like to break you at the knees to watch you fall
The way you watched me fall.
I would like to claw your eyes out and blinding you leaving you without for leaving these
tears pouring,
But the how could you look at yourself in the mirror each and every mourning.
Copyright © Jeanette Huston | Year Posted 2005
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