READ ME Sad love Storey

by kendra   Oct 27, 2011


Title: Every kind of Love

Every wrinkle on your face is a memory passed,
a face so familiar -- not often I see.
My eyes are shut; your smile lights up,
mesmerized with laughter and loves in our eyes.
Growing old so far away, yet I feel you in every beat.
Our last days shared are locked away,
Until it's time for us to be one again.
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This poem is about myself and my first love. My daughters father. We met when we were 13yrs old and separated at the age of 22yrs. We have been to hell and back and have battled to hold on to each other. We've had amazing times and memories shared. We find comfort in each other, for, we grew up together.Through these times and extremely painful heartaches we put each other through. We separated after our daughter was born. We've stayed connected the passed four years. He has been my rock through my darkest days as I am for him. Even though we have different romantic relationships over the years. We still can talk like best friends and rip each other open with hurtful words. He moved away a few days ago with his new girlfriend 4hrs away..in our last days we shared them together as a family, watched movies ate our favorite foods..lied in bed and forgot the world and focused on maybe our last days together..letting go of each other??knowing we truly only have each others hearts for one last night kills me..but its our choice not to be together..because we were cheating on our other significant others just to have those moments. Knowing that every time i see him (which wont be alot) that his face will have changed with each passing day hurts..i hold on to our memories from prom and how dominant we were as a couple and family. My heart will let me be with him, but it is there..its a lasting love whether we choose to turn our backs or rekindle it .. it maybe hard for people to understand but the complexity of love comes in many forms and stories and feelings...so these are my thoughts that have had me balling my eyes out for the last hour. those moments of closeness we had were deep and just to go on with our lives ..each day gets easier and we get stronger. its kinda like the movie with Will Smith Hancock

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