The End

by mbt13579

July 19, 2013

My first love,

I thought would last,

Until you ripped my heart

Right out of my chest.

The first kiss,

Wrapped in innocence,

Then turned into rage,

And jealousy followed.

No matter what,

I loved through it.

I held on to you,

As you held me by the throat.

I gave you all,

Asking nothing in return.

Nine months of us,

Just wasted time.

What could be worse

Than ending on a note

Of confusion and hurt?

No answers given,

I fill in the gaps.

You got what you wanted,

Then left me in pieces.

Moved on to your next victim,

Leaving me forever scarred.

Can I love again,

With endless trust?

Can the Lord repair,

My heart again?

Restoring all

that was there to begin.

This love you spoke of,

The day before the end,

Meant nothing to you,

But only a way in.

As I lay and cry,

And wonder why,

I start to realize,

I’ll never be the same.

I can’t find meaning,

No reason to love,

When you made me so afraid,

To ever love again.

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