This poem really doesn't need an introduction. All I can say is, Love can be heartless and cruel...and before you step out in the water, be sure you know how to swim.
I get in my car and blast the sounds of MeShelle.....
She was,
She is,
My COMFORT for the day.
My seat goes back,
My mind wanders,
And my thoughts flow with the beat of her bass.
The ride is smooth and I don't notice the stops and goes...
Just enjoying the scene on my way…
Time is no option to me....for me… my life starts over today
In hell...
It's ironic,
Almost cynical that my car feels my mood,
Slowing when the tears come,
Accelerating as I fight them away.
My mind is having a hard time processing how something so perfect turned so deadly…
How someone who loves you delivers the final blow that breaks your heart.
Is closure even necessary?
Should you allow your mind to entertain the details of something you know exists?
I try to shake the feelings,
My feelings…anger, betrayal, despair.
I’m fighting hard but I know, they will always be there.
It will,
Continue to cling to me,
Reminding me of what used to be…
Its stinger piercing me over and over.
I have lost my battle with love.
And,
As a result, it will no longer abide in my heart.
Love was an illusion that I encountered so often,
That I begin to think that maybe,
Just maybe it was real.
Love,
Sent me here…
To hell.
Holly.stings17Jun09-finis
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