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Sometimes we are so desperate to forgive
that the mind succeeds
but the heart unknowingly stalls
It is an illusion of forgiveness.
A spiteful, cruel, malicious trick
so that when your gift has gone
you are left empty
because the dam bursts
after the target has evaporated.
No more comfort
No more sharing
No more oneness
Left with the true meaning of
Alone.
©mypastmademe.com 2016
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The swell of grief entombs me
traps my spirit
caged
crushed.
When I smile
guilt soaks me
the sting of tears mocking.
A barrage of realisations,
revealing what I let die
the beauty I suffocated
in my eagerness to be free.
Except I never asked for my freedom …
you chose it
and then I locked you out.
All my promises of love
washed away by my own selfishness.
So now regret consumes me
and my only reason to carry on
is the legacy you left.
How I wish you hadn’t
left me.
©mypastmademe.com 2016
Broken Heart Sign, Loss Of Love Concept by cuteimage courtesy of http://www.FreeDigitalPhotos.net
I have waded through problems
Trudged forwards
for years
Shining at times,
illuminated by my determination
Gilded with hope for a future
without pain
Buried my love for you
shielded my heart
bound it tightly
… so even those 3 words
couldn’t break it open
Then one morning
the phone call
And my heart shattered.
The love ruptured
pouring from the depths of my being
with nowhere to go
Such a blind, selfish fool
I was
Now wracked with guilt
Ravaged by regret
You were my beacon all along
My love.
My soulmate.
My loss.
©mypastmademe.com 2016
My love,
You are gone.
And part of me has died.
Images bombard me,
plumes of butterflies
whenever I see
your beautiful face
All day long
The fear evaporated,
obstacles pushed away
knowing the inevitable truth
Drinking in every encounter,
awash with certainty
Breathless with anticipation
I yield.
© mypastmademe.com 2015
The energy has shifted,
my defences down,
revealing something of my true self.
Finally.
I am alive when I think of you,
yearning to lay beside you,
listen to the story of your life,
soothed by the lilt of your voice,
transfixed by those amber eyes,
lifted by the strength emanating from you,
protected in a way I have never known before.
You still and awaken me
simultaneously.
I am left powerless,
the allure enveloping,
the endearment of your quiet vulnerability
consuming.
It is only a matter of time
and I no longer wish to run.
© mypastmademe.com 2015
Candlestick Encrusted Heart Shape by koko-tewan courtesy of http://www.freedigitalphotos.net
A candle burns
the flame tapered
as hot as the passion
inscribed on their faces
Lovers cradling hearts
mouths exploring
skin on fire
for the other’s touch
She yields to him
handing over lock and key
her biggest sin
unto herself
Yield, by all means,
but the key …
hoard it
hide it
unless he succumbs wholly
offers everything of himself
for a love that will burn endlessly
© mypastmademe.com 2014
