I don't want to write no more.
I wish God would open the door.
And end these endless thoughts of you.
Because when love is through it's through.
I don't know what you want from me.
I try to trust, but I can't see.
The big picture and what is true.
And I still don't know what to do.
I ask you God to end my life.
For I can't bear that she's his wife.
Somehow she learned to just not care.
That I am here and she is there.
I've tried to make it on my own.
But emptiness is all that's grown.
And now I'm left to carry on.
As I just feel like I'm a pawn.
These words I write aren't worth a dime.
These days they're just a waste of time.
They're words that she will never hear.
For she is there and I am here.
Note: This is another poem I wrote in the hospital. And this new person who came into my life allowed me to let go of this crazy pining I held onto for, well, let's face it. Just a tad bit too long huh? :) lol
Copyright © Leslie Albright | Year Posted 2019
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