It is Always Over

poem by: Michelle Cote
Written on Nov 26, 2016

It is always over, every time, he is always gone.
As the time ticks by the

Passion turns to disappointment and 
Emptiness in a heartbeat.

Those moments of togetherness, after the joining of souls,
Disappears but leaves no warmth behind.

All he leaves behind is a void, a longing and a fear, 
Is this time the last?

I am not ready for the end but
I know it is coming soon.

My heart cannot hold on much longer.
The object of its affection is indifferent, cold,

Too busy living a pretend life to see,
To see what really matters.

It’s just a different day to him,
A different bed, none of which matter.

But he is happy in the world he has chosen
And will never leave it.

But I am not happy, I thought I could be
But I was wrong, again.

Too much dishonesty and disrespect,
Too much bull and not enough caring.

Yes, the end is coming soon
But not yet…

I am still not ready.

 

Tags: sad, love, pain, fear,

 

 

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