what it is inside of me

another random write

In the sight of man i am happy,
But in my lover I'm not
On top of that
he will never see
what it is inside of me
The Pain and tears
Where is it from
And he will never know
when it started
I never let him see
The pain inside of me
The reason for that is
Because I never wanted to hurt him
I never meant to lie
My intentions where not clear
I thought it would be fine
But all along I knew in my heart
one of our loves would die
So as I lay alone in my bed
Watching my life slowly drip, drip, drip
from my wrist...
to my hand...
to the floor
I know now how much life is treasured
and how much I didn't care.

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

Sounds as if the love reached maturity level and you outgrew the love. If you don't feel it in your heart, it is gone! I especially liked the closure of the poem.