Victim of Love

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VICTIM

I lie on the floor in pain…

Your love seem so distant,

Your heart seems so vain…

Now I feel lonely again.

I need a replacement…

I need the perfect sin to fill me in.


I look up at the ceiling,

Words, Expressions, and feelings,

Running around my head…

Why do I have to feel this way?

I might as well be dead.


Confused and tortured,

My soul flies abound…

Nothing in this world,

Or time can hold it down.


Thoughts fly around this room,

Like Angels with wings…

I’m desperate to find a replacement,

So I don’t need to feel this pain.


I sleep in all day,

Praying and hoping,

That when you come back for me,

We can be like we used to be,

I hope things come back naturally….


I am the victim of love…

This emotion is hard for me…

It was blissful in the moment,

And now it’s torturing me.


I pray every day…

For God to take it away,

To help me put this feeling….At bay…

So I can move on with my day-to-day…

Why can’t it just go away???


With tears running down my face,

I pray to God to keep my faith.

I tell him over and over,

That I give it to him,

But this feeling that overwhelms me,

Come creeping back in.


I… am the victim of “Love.”

I endured both the good and the bad…

Hopefully this feeling will pass soon,

And I won’t be sad.


Sooner than later,

It’ll be time to move on…

I know forever this feeling will carry on,

I will never forget where it came from,

When I die… at least I can say that I was a “Victim!”


Written by: JLono ©2011

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Cheeky Girl 3 years ago from UK and Nerujenia

This is a beautiful poem. You always write wonderful hubs that capture the essence of being in love and the experiences that go with relationships.

We expose our souls and the parts of us we treasure the most when we give our selves to a loved one. Being a victim of love might be a similar thing to being a victim of our own aspirations. Some people aspire to far too many hopes and their love gets too ambitious.

Others don't have high enough hopes for their relationships and are just happy to have any kind of love, however slight, or however fleeting.

Life can be hard when we love someone we really are attached to, and who may have disappointed us in some way. And letting them go can be heart-aching.

Sometimes there is only the final act of cutting that cord that bonds you to that loved one and letting the person go. Then grieve properly, and move on. Lovely poem as always.


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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

Love lost and never regained in verse...you tell the story quite well...been there, done that! WB


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Brown-eyed-girl 5 years ago

I like your poem. Very nice job.

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