Being a part from you has gotten the best of me. And I know in life there are no guarantees. Every time I look in the mirror these weary eyes tell me more than words could ever say. Too many times we keep going on when the end is drastically near. We keep pressing on without regard of oneself or the individuals around us. Although some things may change and others stay the same, one thing is for sure time will wait for no one. And like time one must move on.
I wonder sometimes where you are and will you ever come back. My heart tells me that you are not far and I will see you again. But when you have given your all to only realize that you went blind a long time ago and it is gone. You look deep inside to find out where you went wrong but in the end the answer was right there. Why did you have to go away, why did you leave so soon? I don’t understand why you left, wasn’t I good to you? I did everything that I was supposed to do. Didn’t I? You were so good to me for so many years and you mean the world to me. And at this point you just walked out of my life without saying goodbye. You broke this old heart of mine into so many little pieces. What am I going to do, living my life without you?
I remember holding you so close as if you were a part of me. I gave you everything you needed and more. With every key stroke it seems like I am going places that I have never been before. The tranquility is now misery, will this disharmony ever leave. You let this one BEING break us a part. I thought that you were better than that. I thought after the hard work that I put into this relationship would help the foundation stand for years to come. I dream of you almost every night, eager to open my eyes and you will be there. But as soon as I wake my nightmare begins. And I wait to return home, to live inside my dreams.
If I would have just looked at the signs maybe I could have escaped before the rain arrived. Before the flood came and washed away everything dear to my heart. Before the winds destroyed everything that I hoped to love and that which I grown to love. The only thing left is to just pick up the pieces and move on to another LIFE.
MY LIFE: AFTER THE LEVEES BROKE. (TO BE CONTINUED)
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