Tonight I Died

Tonight I have died,
As I silently screamed inside.
My well of tears has run dry,
And I no longer have the strength to cry.
I have killed the part of my heart I so freely gave you,
Now it the deepest pain I am going through.
The only part of my brain...
Where I have truly gone insane...
Misses you more than the flower misses the dew...
The part of my brain that stupidly misses you.
If I knew last night was the last time the words "I love you" would escape your lips,
I would have clung to them with a death grip.
Now as I sit here wondering what I did to destroy "us",
The wind begins to gust.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
I shall lay my head down and do what I must.
I must begin to let go of the awesome love I was just getting to know,
Before you decided to let go.
In your arms I felt safety like no other,
I was ceratin nothing could tear it assunder.
Why did I have to give you my heart so you could tear it into pieces small enough to 
fit through a strainer,
What did I do to provoke the love god's anger.
I'm afraid that an autopsy would show,
Nothing but a black hole.
When I didn't hear from you it was like a knife to the heart,
Was that your plan from the start?
So tonight I died,
As I silently screamed inside.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
Remember that you were my most cherished Love.

MO:DPS
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Wayne Avatar
May 23, 2011 at 12:57 PM
Now that is my kind of poetry! The explosive emotions you channeled in to this art really comes across as a brave and fitting piece.
Smith Avatar
April 30, 2011 at 5:25 PM
This is a very passionate piece. I felt the rawness of the writers heart. There were several lines that I really enjoyed because of the originality that they displayed. "...pieces small enough to fit through a strainer". Also the line " ...show. Nothing but a black hole". Very brilliant. If I may suggest to you two of my poems to read "Separate roads and Music inside me died".
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