A Poem
It Still Hurts
Everyone keeps telling me I need to get a life,
But all memories of our shared joy, now just twists the knife.
“Don't cry because it's over,” they say. “Smile because it happened.”
To them I'd just like to say, “What a load of crap. And,
“Easier said than done.”
I really thought this was the one.
A year it's been. A year, and change. So why does it still ache?
What in this whole wide world is it going to take,
To sooth a heart now thrice shattered and make,
Me even want to get back on the relationship horse?
I don't want to face the world alone, yet
With my heart so filled with hurt and regret,
And the worry and the fear that,
Another fall would end my course.
“I'm done. I'm finished. I'm through,” is what I say,
To myself. And I wasn't even looking that day,
When a seemingly near perfect fell out of the blue,
Then I spent three years convinced it was true.
I was just a love blind moron.
Then, in a blink, it was all gone.
I do still want to live, though the pain is still great.
I've made it this far, but it still will not abate.
I desperately wish for a fresh clean slate.
Dear God, why won't my brain shut up!?
I always feel everything with such fire,
That now I even fear desire.
It's been so hard to acquire,
Any peace. I just want to give up.