I never was one to question
Why shit happened
Just that it did
So when you left
It hurt but I still woke up
And although I didn’t question
I knew there was a reason
Just as there were seasons
There was you
What started in the summer was heat
When it turned fall it was cool
Winters chill you provided covering
But spring you sprung
I realized that was someone I use to be
She is gone
The summers heat generated a swirl of emotions
Thou I tossed turned wanted to return
You were not he who I loved
You now became someone I use to know
You chose to walk on the other side of the street
I chose to collect pebble from the beach
Each time I picked up one new
Were milla moments of positive memories of you
What is love someone explain to me
For it hurts to love unconditionally
It should be like
Salt in stew
You can’t stir it in
It is produced from within
It’s the base of the stew
You cannot separate the two
The stronger the tie
The less I should cry
But you lied
Another trip down this lane
Can only produce reoccurring pain
I cannot return to try again
I need the love of a man not another friend
So I am closing this chapter
Not rewriting this song
The love you abused
Is finally gone
You are now a memory
The door is closed the hinges secure from above
You are now someone I use to love
This write hits like a tornado in a trailor park; hard, repeatedly. This sentiment, it hurts to realize. Though the pain of speaking it is much more extreme. You I love your work Ms. Syndel. You're making me want to write.
Deep seeded emotion spurring heartfelt verse. That is always some of the most moving reads for me. Love is often a touch subject and goodness knows I've written my share of dissertations to love. You expressed your feelings well here and took me through a range of emotions. I can certainly commiserate and can only say reach for your hearts true desire.