Tainted Blood
They lost me because I loved them enough to let them go, If you love something, set it free; if it returns, it’s yours. Or perhaps they wanted to have their cake and eat it too.
As poets, we often shy away from lines like these, Odium-filled phrases that don’t necessarily mean failure. A failed relationship doesn’t imply personal failure, But rather a problem—either created by us or our partner.
Let’s list the problems:
Lack of capital
Lack of patience
A weak man seeking rescue from a strong woman
And the list goes on, each issue a thorn in the heart. The pain fades after the first heartbreak, Yet trust and love become elusive.
I knew I would lose them—the scent of tainted blood wafted from their pores as they drew near. So, I stopped the kisses, the intimacy, and then came the unwarranted jealousy, the emotional hurt of rejection.
We see them for what they are, and sometimes, that’s enough to set us free.
In my heart is pain that can't be undone
No joy in life, no laughter no fun
Once two broken hearts came together to make one whole
Now just two separate hearts and one shattered soul
You filled my day with peace and light
Now my days are dim not bright
I had serenity with you that calmed the storm
A place that kept me safe and warm
I gave you my heart and you gave me yours
But shattered to pieces they're both on the floors
With no understanding of what went wrong
My feelings fit into poem and song
I loved you then and I do still
I didn't stop and I never will
My first love to whom I gave my all
I willingly fell into love's siren call
There is a saying I do believe
It means so much to me
"If you love something set it free,
if it comes back its meant to be."
I never wanted to let you go
With you gone its only hurt that I know
I don't really understand as to why
All I know is you're reasoning is partially a lie
So make me understand
as to why you aren't my man
I can't make you love me
So I guess I'll let you be,
They say if you love something set it free,
But all I want is for you to see
And to come back to me.
It's gotten harder to breathe,
When you're not next to me,
Why did you tell me to believe
Only to set me free?
I never wanted anyone else,
Why couldn't you understand,
I looked in your eyes, took your hand
In mine, thought this was love,
Where did we go wrong?
Now the black roses, they've
Turned to ash and died right
Under our noses with our love;
The ash melted away into the air,
Leaving no trace behind.
You broke my wings when I,
I tried so hard to fly,
In the blink of an eye
You were gone and I,
I was left behind to wonder why.
It's gotten harder to breathe,
When you're not next to me,
Why did you tell me to believe
Only to set me free?
I know some day I'll love again,
And all the remember whens
Will be history, time's my only friend
When it comes to you, me and the end....
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