Broken Heart Told Apart

When With You

When I was with you,

Their was no place I had rather been,

I just wanted what I knew,

Just him,

On a rainy and frosty day,

I wanted you all the way,

Through desperate hours of boredom,

It was just me and him,

Spending each others company,

With sparks of different epiphany,

It was my release at the end of the hour,

Your comfort had power,

To take my pain from the day- disappear,

With you in my arms so close and so near,

But what was my ultimate fear?

It was losing you,

And not knowing what to do,

If you ever left me behind alone and cold,

With your last testament told,

And you did leave me,

And let me be...

Alone and cold,

Without no one to hold,

I wish you were placed back in my arms,

But I must cope with my self being now,

Somehow...

Feel at peace,

With the part of me diseased,

I wish you were still here though,

And you did not go,

So suddenly past my fingertips,

Without grace and touch of your lips,

Just a farewell,

And oh well,

Telling me I will be okay,

And we can be friends again someday,

Just not today.

Thank you,

For letting me not know what to do,

Alone, with the light of the empty window shown.

Love that will parish to pursue.

Wondering Lonely

I see things now I did not see before,

When you walked out my door,

I see how the sun reflects the grass in the middle of the day,

And where we imprinted out bodies in the brush, we laid,

I see how the clouds move by so slowly,

Seeing how you no longer know me,

As you drift by,

Not telling me why,

The waves of the ocean hit the black sand,

With but a whisk of my hand,

And with you it was different,

Everything seemed illuminant,

Very dreamy and essentially a part of me,

Now everything is partially,

Gone and dead,

The beauty of things is not the same,

As I think of your name,

It does not seem right,

Not holding you tight,

Feeling that you and I will never again be,

Never will I see,

The grasses, and sands, and scenery,

Exactly how we saw it together,

In our own made up weather,

You took me out of my mind,

And now love and life is harder to find.

My thoughts:

When someone decides its time to part. It hurts to hear it. So much so, that everything around you seems to slow down. Nothing for a while is the same. It takes sometimes months or years to get over that person. Breaking your heart. And sometimes it takes years, or maybe that person will always stay in your memories. But it will fade, that is a promise the mind makes to your heart. Their is no lying to yourself, that it does take a deep tole on your soul. Every time you go through a heartach, it will take a part of you with it. The good thing is, sooner or later, and new thing will help fill it up. You just have to look hard for a while, and cope with being alone for a while.

Small Poem:

Time Alone

I realized that I need to be alone,

Need to be apart,

From reality,

I need just time to grieve,

To let all the memories of you leave.

Hide away, till you find me okay someday far away.

Finding Me

This is Me

The lines and tracks bleed into one,

One felt..one moment..one,

My lips have more luster then when before,

As soon as I left your plore,

I was finally out,

I knew what I was and what was about,

The constrictions were torn,

I felt the air though my shirt,

I no longer was feeling hurt,

I was ridden from the times you praised me much,

To just glide and touch,

The new me,

I can see who is the,

Despiser..in the game you played,

Freedom plays,

As I walk father away.

I Have

I have curves that spinal your nerves,

I have formality that sends sensuality,

I have your attention at my discression,

But did I mention...

I am not your label,

I am not your enabel,

I will not do what you say,

Because I had enough to stay,

I am going my own way,

To please me,

To not agree,

To your will,

Or ever forfill,

Your disgracefull pleasings,

I am happy leaving.

My thoughts:

You don't always need to give a guy or spouse what they yearn for. No matter if it's a dinner..or something personal. Sometimes it's a better thing for you two to be seperate. You might find out a new you. Someone you lost long ago..and comes out once again. Do you miss that person? So many woman and men do. That's why when people say they need time alone or can't do it anymore. It is not always because they need another. Maybe they just need themselves.

Short Poem:

Me

Don't bother me,

Can't you see,

I found me.

Happiness is finding bliss.

Solely Follows

Wanting May

The nothing dafodills and nothing branches of oaks,

I see the rise and fall of the newly etched things..I just don't care for,

There is no mention of anything that makes me felicituos,

I will not look at you..or seek..I will be solicitous,

To something that may capture me,

I need something to beguile to agree,

That even however tragicomical I may,

I want some other to say,

To hold everyday,

And mirth a common point,

But there is only many to dissapoint,

They never see how I follow endless to there disposal,

Just for ambiance and approvel,

I will sadly stay forever in this enviroment,

Where I will be content,

No one to talk,

No one to vent.

Thy Cumulus

Where are thou nesting in the glowering austere,

I feel bleak and stale in my mastere fear,

Its eschew of the dappled achromatic,

The cumulus of this faithful static,

Of alcaic verse,

I bid reverse,

But noneffervescent I do so,

The whists billow and blow,

I stay in the placid of precipitation,

To queue ration,

When the implied will be,

For my dashed impovershed tenderness to see.

My thoughts:

I need to get away from the frigid cold airs of dark desolation. So many feel in a cold place...a stance where they feel lost. Needing someone and wanting someone are to different things. Needing is like needing tampons. Wanting is like wating a rainbow. Sometimes it's not possible and not pertainable. Lots of people feel they need others to feel okay in life..we are all equally alone.

Short Poem:

Three

One free,

Two I was happy to see,

Three was to be,

One lonely me.

What I need is you, what I want is me and you.