I come back again- A Poem about Love Gone Wrong
The Darkness of the Night
Sometimes it comes down to finding your inner peace, and then flying away.
It didn't start out this way
This is a story of darkness
But it didn’t start out that way.
This is a story of love,
That I could not leave to walk away.
There are screams in the dark,
Beyond these windows all I see is the night,
I finally feel broken- I feel as if I lost,
And I am tired of the battles that are leading up to the war.
You never admit when you are wrong,
Always say I am not right.
I cannot breathe within these walls,
I cannot see anything beyond the darkness of the night.
I feel defeated,
It doesn’t matter,
It is already too late-
No point in asking for God to save us.
This is the destruction we both had a hand to create,
Screams enter the rooms,
Words are lost,
Minds are gone.
Look at what we just cost.
This isn’t what I had in mind-when I tried writing our love song.
The words are tangled in taunted memories of times I am not sure what went wrong.
I hate the moment the situation at hand,
I hat not knowing if tomorrow I will be prepared for where I must stand.
I know it is not my enemy,
This is not my time,
It is my fault,
I couldn’t let go of the screams in the darkness of the nights.
You are gone- I am gone.
The mess that we made- I cannot find the words to write that perfect song.
What is wrong with you?
What the hell is wrong with me?
Sometimes I wake up and I am preparing myself to bleed.
Keep from insanity,
From crawling within my skin,
I am not left of paradise,
I am lost from everything I ever held within.
Broken promise to stand by your side,
Broken promises you can’t make up and you cannot hide.
I wake up to the darkness of another December day.
I can’t tell the time- I can’t remember my name.
You taunt-you say-you lie-you take,
Plant the fear under my skin-;
I resist I scream- I hate- I come back again.
Is this your dream?
The way you thought love should be.
Or is this just a game,
Of how you take over me?
You lost your mind,
You lost your cool,
You lost my love-
The day you broke me and took away my world.
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The truth of the text behind this poem.
I wrote this awhile back, and have come back over and over again to edit, to improve, to select the video-the pictures-to make the feelings what the feelings were. Although this is not the current place I am in, in my life- I do know the harshness of these feelings when love is anything but a love song, I have been there. I have hurt, I have suffered and I had to close my eyes and walk away before I was taken away from who it is I am. To anyone in a relationship that feels as if they are taking in poison each time they take a breath, please take a moment to see yourself and what you deserve, because no one deserves to hurt. No one deserves to suffer...NO ONE...
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