Poety That Speaks Of Love Lost

The End and Yet To Come...Poems to my poison...Kevin

The End

Rage towards who was once the only man for me.
His words echo, ripping open my body mind and soul.
Aware time heals reaching for blind eyes that see.
No one but me can ever make me whole.

Stretch out my limbs to work out the kinks.
I notice my body seeps slowly my blood.
Searching for anything real, find the missing link.
My feet take me nowhere, emptiness floods.

His eyes, smile, the movement of his lips.
His caress, slap, pinch, kiss, all fill my mind.
His smell, the chemistry that moved our hips.
His voice, soft touch, rough love, one of a kind.

These are the ghosts that keep me tied.
My heart knows there is nothing there for us.
When I sit with this I feel part of me has died.
Struggling to accept the end of our lust.

Blood pours from my center dripping down.
Pain has no limit taking my peace of mind.
I scream his name but there is no sound.
Take my suffering and allow me to unwind.

Give me back my sanity and just let me be.
Open my heart without it breaking in two.
Show me how to be free of him give me the key.
I beg, plead, crawl, please show me what to do.

Written by Becky Jo Gibson September 2007©


Yet to Come

Opening the door I feel the kick of his stare.
Emotions flood over me, taking hold sadness, and resolve.
I stop collect myself, listen, feel the air.
Not allowing eye contact, not getting involved.

No matter how I enter his rage takes the lead.
I am alone and in love with one so far away.
His space has become much too small for me.
I know my presence causes him pain today.

I hear my screams so deep; the scars no one can see.
There are no good times for us to share now.
Long gone are the happy thoughts and good deeds.
Left are anger and other feelings so foul.

My hope has died; I match the feeling behind his dead eyes.
Faith in what was our enduring love gone, empty now joining his.
I know now how life, love, and even beautiful memories die.
Once relived time and again our fateful first kiss.

Shredded, trivialized, ripped apart piece by piece.
Taking with it faith in all I held high.
Empty, in pain, needing to find joy, laughter, some relief.
The hardest part yet to come; when we say the final goodbye.

Written by Becky Jo Gibson© May 15, 2006

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Astra Nomik 6 years ago from Edge of Reality and Known Space

Wow, this is so powerful and moving and I am dumbstruck by this. Loved reading - will read more of you ...

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InspiredHippy 6 years ago from Old Town, California Author

Thank you young lady...

I do have many more about that period of my life however they have some cussing in them...the f word. I do not think I am allowed to post them? Do you know for sure?

I'm inspired that you like my poetry! Be good to yourself...Peace and God Bless...Becky Jo aka Inspired Hippy

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Gypsy48 6 years ago

Well written poetry. Very moving.

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InspiredHippy 6 years ago from Old Town, California Author

Thank you for the encouraging words!

Peace & God Bless...Becky Jo

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ZulmaDear 6 years ago from TheCrosses, LasCruces

snaps and claps :)

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firemanak 6 years ago

Awesome words...very moving..

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InspiredHippy 6 years ago from Old Town, California Author

Thank your for your kind words...Peace

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theseus 6 years ago from philippines

Happy holidays!!

Hope you and your family have a blessed and wonderful year ahead. God bless.

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InspiredHippy 6 years ago from Old Town, California Author

Same to you! God Bless you and yours...

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tlpoague 6 years ago from USA

I hope things are going better for you now...I will keep you in my prayers.

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