Persistant, Endless Pain

Countless times, it’s happened —
my “one,” my “all” has been ripped away from me.
As each one one lost, the next was more precious than the last.

For the last of now, o, i wasn’t ready for this;
while I was dreaming of our future together,
you were thinking over how wrong this all felt.
You left me too soon, why?

The internet brings us together, closer..
yet our emotions separate us all over again,
and again distance matters, no matter how close you feel.

I want to fall into your arms and say,
“I’m here with you now, please take me back.
I want you! Why destroy another longed love?
I still love you, please!”
–But it would be no use,
because I know it would never happen.
We just aren’t meant to be.

Yes, later you and I will both find someone new,
but even in marriage, I don’t think the search for the “perfect one” is over.
In time, the spark is gone, and misery rises again.
Never will there be happiness, TRUE happiness,
for it is a “fish you cannot catch.”

Lost love is a persistant, endless pain.

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By GoddesS_of_DarknesS

-I try to settle things without violence. But sometimes, people just ask for it!