Heart breaks are so rough................
ohh I loved that man more than life itself,
or so I thought, he was my world, he was my heart beat,
my hope and all I could ever want in this life,
loving him was all I wanted to do,
loving him was enough
I thought love was enough,
how could he not see,
that I wanted him to be happy,
I carried his worries,
I tattooed his weakness on myself,
his strength was my achievements,
his flaws lite the path for my heart
to stay connected to him,
Loving him was enough
Then it all came crushing down like a
group of elephants looking for food,
countless time I told myself I was,
not doing enough that I needed to love
him unconditionally, dnt get me wrong,
He treated me right when he felt like it,
Then it got from bad to worse,
no calls, no text and silence took centre stage,
Loving him was enough
The moments he treated me like a queen,
made loving him all worth it, our relationship
was on and off, but mostly off, it wasn't a relationship,
rather a situationship, with that realization
l decided to move, the first year I failed miserably
I was still in love with him or so I thought,
Loving him was enough
The second year I was determined to overcome my pain,
tried all remedies that were human possible
but nothing worked, I felt broken, wounded, lost,
and everything that goes in between,
now I was no longer loving him
was loving my pain
I was in an invisible pain, bitterness and anger were
residents in my heart, I accepted the pain then the
wound started speaking to me, started building up walls,
his memories became nightmares, insecurities set in,
my identity was shrinking and my heart was dying,
pain became my joy and true
love never leaves you empty handed.
to be continued............
Wamaitha
Poetry by Wamaitha
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Written on 2019-03-07 at 11:11
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Three years on
ohh I loved that man more than life itself,
or so I thought, he was my world, he was my heart beat,
my hope and all I could ever want in this life,
loving him was all I wanted to do,
loving him was enough
I thought love was enough,
how could he not see,
that I wanted him to be happy,
I carried his worries,
I tattooed his weakness on myself,
his strength was my achievements,
his flaws lite the path for my heart
to stay connected to him,
Loving him was enough
Then it all came crushing down like a
group of elephants looking for food,
countless time I told myself I was,
not doing enough that I needed to love
him unconditionally, dnt get me wrong,
He treated me right when he felt like it,
Then it got from bad to worse,
no calls, no text and silence took centre stage,
Loving him was enough
The moments he treated me like a queen,
made loving him all worth it, our relationship
was on and off, but mostly off, it wasn't a relationship,
rather a situationship, with that realization
l decided to move, the first year I failed miserably
I was still in love with him or so I thought,
Loving him was enough
The second year I was determined to overcome my pain,
tried all remedies that were human possible
but nothing worked, I felt broken, wounded, lost,
and everything that goes in between,
now I was no longer loving him
was loving my pain
I was in an invisible pain, bitterness and anger were
residents in my heart, I accepted the pain then the
wound started speaking to me, started building up walls,
his memories became nightmares, insecurities set in,
my identity was shrinking and my heart was dying,
pain became my joy and true
love never leaves you empty handed.
to be continued............
Wamaitha
Poetry by Wamaitha
Read 627 times
Written on 2019-03-07 at 11:11
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