The pain of having my heart ripped out of my chest didn’t affect me any more
It was deeper than that.
I couldn’t out run it.
And it seemed to catch me back up at every turn.
The pain didn’t hurt my emotions.
It just ate them instead.
I sat there mindless.
Starring, hoping, and wishing the answer would find me but it never did.
It left me.
Just like everything else I had ever wanted
Ever needed.
It deserted me at the first sign of trouble.
I couldn’t have anything.
Nothing ever stayed by my side.
Was I cursed, or just that bad to be with,
But I couldn't be,
So many before him had loved me.
Not for what I am,
But for the soul deep within me,
This seemed to shine through,
Even when i go into this a time of,
Grave peril and despair.
I could not be beaten,
And shall not.
I would uses every last breath to find,
A lover as true as the man,
In my dreams.
Frankie Stones
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pain-18/
