More mournful poetry.

[Sanslatete]

It's hard being forgotten

 

It's hard being forgotten, I once meant the world to her,

Her eyes would go black with desire for me when we kissed,

Her embraces were so tight they hurt my jaw, but I loved it,

I would catch her gazing covertly at me,

Her nose wrinkling in a smile when our eyes met.

 

It's hard being nothing, when I once was everything,

I was the first and last thing on her mind,

She included me in everything she did,

Our minds worked in unison with each other,

We had a language all of our own.

 

It's hard being excluded, when I was the one and only,

I was the first to be consulted and considered,

She said she couldn't live without me,

She said she was head over heels in love,

We laughed at the silliest things.

 

It's hard being out of her life, when I was once all she wanted,

She bought me little gifts to show she cared,

She phoned and text me every day,

We loved the same music, art and films,

We held hands everywhere we went.

 

It's hard being without her, when all I wanted was to be with,

When I loved the places we went and things we saw,

When we appreciated just being together,

When the days were spent just enjoying the day and us,

When I knew she would like things and she likewise me.

 

It's hard writing this poem, when I used to write her my love,

She used to write sweet things in cards just for me,

We had pet names for each other that are heartbreaking to think of now,

When thoughts of her just make me sad,

When I still love her and she's not concerned.

 

It's hard being forgotten, when I never thought it would happen,

Now that we're miles apart in distance and emotion,

When I know she doesn't think of me like I think of her,

When Christmas, Birthdays and New Year means without her,

When my heart hurts for her and she doesn't realize or care.

 

It's hard living day to day, when the days stretch out in solitude,

When I know I won't spend another cherished moment with her,

When her life has moved on and I'm no longer part of it,

When my dreams recall the precious times, then I awake in reality,

Now that I have to accept that it's over, she no longer loves me.

 

It's hell thinking back, when there are so many memories,

Of walking with my friend through trees, appreciating nature,

Of sitting in graveyards having picnics, chatting avidly,

Of paddling up streams, feeling the cool water on our legs,

Of being the love of her life, her soul-mate, her confidante.

 

It's sad looking forward, to a life devoid of her smiles and laughs,

No more hugs, my face in her hands being kissed all over,

No more silly photographs of climbing trees, or jumping in the air,

No more silly voices and sheep noises that had us in hysterics,

No more being pirates, making moustaches with her hair.

 

It's sad thinking of her, when I know I'll never embrace her again,

When I loved her like no other, then ,now or ever,

When she was the one I wanted to live and die with,

When I remember how it ended and how I died inside,

When there will forever be a hole in my soul where she was.

 

It's hard being forgotten, I once meant the world to her,

Her eyes would go black with desire for me when we kissed,

Her embraces were so tight they hurt my jaw, but I loved it,

I would catch her casting covert gazes at me,

Her nose wrinkling in a smile when our eyes met.

 

J.F. Nov '07

[Scorpio13c]

Hey Sans,

Good stuff man!

Writing & releasing, that's a great thing for you!

What you're doing is hard too, that being, going through acceptance.

Take it easy Sans, keep writing & you'll get through this!

Scorp

[Sanslatete]

Thanks scorp, appreciate it man, lol.

[Scorpio13c]

Keep on "LoL-ing" it!

You'll be fine Man!

Scorp