The Storyteller

I can not trust myself anymore
Ever since you left, walked out the door
It's like I'm stuck, suspended in air
Numb from the pain, fighting back the fear
Every breath I take is agony
Without you it's so hard to be
I'm so lost, don't know what path to take
I must break free, for my soul's sake
My life has become one big mess
The choices are hard, I always second guess

I am a storyteller, a weaver of words
But why is it so hard to make my life work?
My story is sad, its a tragedy
Why can't my ending be happy?
Stuck in a cycle, a vicious loop
This is as low as I will stoop

I am strong and I am incredible
If you never saw than you are a fool
I am worthy of being loved too
I guess my love was just too big for you
Unconditional and loyal to a fault
As hot and fierce as a lightening bolt

I am still a storyteller, so I will weave my words
And from now on my story shall be worth all my work

Written on the 20th of October 2010 whilst suffering from a broken heart
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Tang Avatar
October 13, 2011 at 7:53 PM
Hopefully you don't feel that way now, but in the end you'll be with someone who will always make you happy. Don't be fooled, unless you need another chapter in your story. Have some fun, live life, and all that. By the way, you are a very passionate writer and it was as if I could feel your broken heart. -Bentley
Yet Foy Avatar
October 22, 2011 at 5:25 AM
Thankyou so much Bentley. Im glad that you could understand the emotions I was feeling when I wrote this and life is better now, it was indeed a chapter in my life I had to go through to make it to where i am now :)
Johnson Avatar
October 2, 2011 at 7:27 PM
Well done here little babe, catch another lover, is does the sage, Only cure for the broken heart, catch another to suit the part, sometime... its bloody hard i know:( im in Brisbane....Don
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