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Liza Britton Poem
Hopeless thoughts daunted with
Boundless irrefutable feelings
Rip and tear at heart strings.
Stinging eyes and swollen lips
Cry out longing for what they
Can’t and never will have….
A love worth fighting for.
Copyright © Liza Britton | Year Posted 2011
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Liza Britton Poem
I’m forgetting how to drag these worthless thoughts
Through broken and grasping fingertips.
Empty is my mind, and yet
I struggle to rip away the strangling
Emotions that leave me breathless.
Repugnantly my contention simply dissipates
with the thought of you.
Memories of what was and what is
clash like fire and ice.
It burns more than anything imaginable.
I franticly search through the convex parts of my mind
hoping to find relief.
Abhorrently I find none.
The feelings that I worked so hard to get rid of
come back.
Memories and faded Love breaks
through the barricade I work so hard to build
and all that I am abruptly
turns into all that I was.
I scream as the memories pierce into
the place that took so long to heal.
The place where abandonment
and pain are still fresh.
The place that once openly held
Love, Trust, comfort and......
A heart.
Now holds nothing but pain sorrow and regret.
Alone I am, yet not
The memories are here to keep me company.
Your promise is here to give me the reminder of
your lies and your touch is here to give me pain.
Vivid they are, yet so faded
each kiss is a bite
each touch is a punch
each word is fire and ice.
But this isn't what angers me the most
This isn't what brings all the pain.
The fact that you're still here.
The fact that despite all my best efforts
to Forget you I can't.
Despite all the pain,
All the lies.
What angers me the most is the fact that
I still Love you.
I forgot how to drag these worthless thoughts
through, broken and grasping fingertips
Just as I forgot how not to Love you.-
Copyright © Liza Britton | Year Posted 2011
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Liza Britton Poem
Emotions run cold.
No more over exasperated affection,
this undeniable need to become closer
has long since faded and amity is no longer an issue.
My heart is tired,
my mind is well over thought;
enabling the demand to love and be loved
has weakened, paled and diminished
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This agonizing emotion has run its course.
Breaking away and taking all that doesn’t belong to it.
I'm struggling to hold on to these waves
of disappointment and regret;
sometimes the resentment is too much to bear.
But I know within a stretch of time
these waves that cause me so much misery
will weaken, pale and diminish;
whatever scars left behind will fade into everything else we’ve had
and I……. will be ok.
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Liza Britton Poem
My valiant efforts are pushed to vanity
When the expression of love and desire are forced to the surface,
I cannot begin to explain what I want from him
And he will never understand my frustrations.
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Liza Britton Poem
Where does she find comfort; if not within the warmth and security of her lover’s arms or
the solace within her bedroom walls, where does she find comfort? When the pain in her
heart is too great for her to bear who else can she turn to?
Unconsciousness is her last resort. The black reassuring darkness of nothing, no thought,
no feeling, no worries or wonders. Just peace, relief from life and all the aching agony this world has to offer.
She will sleep and sleep and sleep just until her mind can recover, just until she can face
the throbbing tenderness that consumes her; she lets her mind drift, she lets her heart
sleep. Come tomorrow she will be ready to face the world again.
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There are no more questions
Her quivering heart is done,
With the lies and inevitable pain.
Her mind is clear of lost love
And memories. For the first time
In a long time she can breathe again.
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