Thursday, July 17, 2008

Regrets Repeated over a Broken Heart

I thought I was all right
But now, I realize not

I gave him the stick to batter my heart, again!
To violate my existence,
And scrape the scab that was mending
Now, the gash is open and sore, once more
Oozing oodles of gore!

I shouldn’t have thought twice
I shouldn’t have welcome you this time

I’m pained to start nursing
All over again!

2 comments:

  1. I know I must have hurt you, caused you pain.
    More, I know that I have lost your trust.
    I wish I had that moment back again
    To pulverize my carelessness and lust.
    Sometimes we have to lose what we most cherish
    To understand how much we are in need.
    We play with life until we nearly perish
    To dare the darkness, though within we bleed.
    I need you as the sun must have a rose
    To turn its empty radiance to glory,
    Or as a nation needs someone who knows
    The secrets of its long-forgotten story.
    I know my need of you more than before;
    Thus for my trespass you may trust me more.

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  2. When love is an affliction,
    There's not much one can do.
    Despite the way you've treated me,
    I'm still in love with you.
    I am the wave and you the rock
    Against which I must break:
    Again, again the crushing jolt,
    The pain I can't forsake;

    Again, again the long retreat
    To safety, far from shore,
    And then again, I don't know why,
    The long trip back for more.

    Perhaps it is nostalgia for
    A long uncertain glow,
    Or just some hope so beautiful
    I cannot let it go.

    Perhaps it is the need to try
    For those who must depend
    On who we are and what we do,
    For whom this should not end.

    What evil makes you hurt me so,
    What defect of the heart?
    What sense there is no greater whole
    Of which you are a part?

    What lonely choice that only you
    Be served by what you choose?
    What hard, hard fear of losing what
    It is a gift to lose?

    I dream sometimes my waiting love
    Has made you turn again.
    But you care only for yourself,
    And I must love in vain

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