Survive.

Survive.

A Poem by Scott Stearns
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Reminding everyone. That without someone. You can. You will. Survive.

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I can’t sleep.
It’s three A.M.
I can’t breathe.
I’m just lost in myself.
The way she left.
The way I felt.
I just never imagined.
Her out of my life.
How will I.
Survive.

Even after.
The words he said.
She doesn’t realize.
How much he left.
In her heart.
In her soul.
Will she.
Ever know.


Not everyone.
Is meant for love.
If you don’t go look for it.
It will never find you.
Not just anyone.
Is made for someone.
You have to be special.
You have to realize.
That without someone you can.
Survive.

I will live.
Without her hand.
There to give.
I cry tonight.
Wishing she was.
By my side.
I don’t know how.
To live without seeing.
Your smile.
All the while.

She looks at pictures.
On the wall.
Realizing he meant nothing.
Nothing at all.
And as she laughs.
At old memories.
She sees his face.
In all her dreams.
It seems.

Not everyone.
Is meant for love.
If you don’t go look for it.
It will never find you.
Not just anyone.
Is made for someone.
You have to be special.
You have to realize.
That without someone you can.
Survive.

And as the paint.
Dries.
Another young soul.
Will die.
Not a suicide.
Not a homicide.
Just another fact of.
Love.

She reads the article.
Of a young man.
Lost in love.
She sees the pictures.
She sees everything.
Realizing her mistake.
She needs him.
She loves him.
And now.
Her love is.
Gone.

Just another.
Sad story.
In the facts.
Of life.
Love is found.
As a heart hits.
The ground.

Not everyone.
Is meant for love.
If you don’t go look for it.
It will never find you.
Not just anyone.
Is made for someone.
You have to be special.
You have to realize.
That without someone you can.
Survive.

Now ten years.
Has gone by.
Everyday.
She cries.
All alone.
Is what she is.
She will never.
Forget. His.
Touch.
Somehow she’s survived.

But as her life.
Gets older and older.
She realizes.
The pain she.
Once had.
Is now.
Gone.

Not everyone.
Is meant for love.
If you don’t go look for it.
It will never find you.
Not just anyone.
Is made for someone.
You have to be special.
You have to realize.
That without someone you can.
Survive.

© 2008 Scott Stearns


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Scott Stearns
Scott Stearns

Glenwood, IA



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