The Pain Remains
You feel nothing for me,
I hurt for that.
All my embraces are gone,
stolen by his arms.
He whispers, you listen.
I can't hear.
Why did we grow apart?
Why did you leave?
You find comfort with him
and never again with me.
Lost, aching, alone.
My heart breaks everyday
Bleeding, it screams for you.
Only for you.
The pain remains.
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awww! Was this written from personal experience? I hope this was written a while ago if that's the case :)
I liked it tho' in spite of the sadness I worry you felt, but I guess that's what makes you who you are today.
Wow. That one just sucks you right into the pain.
Got a tear there. Nice.
I think I had a similar situation if I'm reading your poem correctly. I think a lot of people have been through similar situations and they suck, but at least we can recognize a common experience. That should make us feel better if nothing else.
I felt like that once.
A little group bunny should fix you right up.
Guess who can not only read your blog, but actually see it in all it's pseudo designed glory!!!!! Yep, switched ADSL providers and now yer man in China's got fast and dirty access to your motherbunny blog.
Ryan.
Oh... yer poem rocked too... and here I thought your softer side was just a euphemism for that little problem Jen was telling me about...
I´m with Spinning Girl. Just name the time and place.
Yay! Ryan can read your blog now! Hi, Ryan! And I told you not to tell Shan that I let you in on his...um...weakness...
I'm diggin the softer side of Shan, it's cool. Now that we can see that side, when can we see you? Just wondering.
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