Once More Unto the Breach
Trauma
Drama
Pain....
another page in a chapter
In a book that rewrites itself
I should learn to leave that book
upon the shelf
Or maybe I should burn it
And keep myself warm next to the fire
She said she loved me—
This love that took me higher
I said it and I meant it
I put my heart upon a wire
Lifted up by that feeling
Yet she proved to be a liar
So in turn
I should put my heart upon that pyre
Because it burns either way
Here one day
But saying she’s leaving on the next
I guess this is something
I should come to expect
Love is always behind me
Like the summer sun burning upon my neck
I guess all I ever know
Are the words to sad songs
Lift me up
Drop me down
There’s never any right
within these wrongs
But yet she’s so twisted up
In a place that she isn’t familiar with
That the feelings boiling inside her
Make it hard for her to live
And I can see clearly that it’s hard
For her to give
But I understand what she can’t see
So it’s hard for me to forgive
I did it to myself I guess
I should of known better all along
Love will always be my battlefield
And pain my marching song
Copyright © James West | Year Posted 2018
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