Torn In Two
As I tear apart what we created I am reminded vine by vine You were never really mine. Old photos tell the story well Me, the man I loved and the man who wanted to love me. The man who withdrew into his own world Never inviting me, never wanting to share The pain was too deep And I imagined that all he felt was despair. You aren't ever coming back I remind myself, my hands digging into the soil Like it's a pound of flesh. You won't ever be near me again I throw the dirt, hard. It scatters, going no where But all over me. And that's how you are for me, Gone but everywhere Lying all over my soul, in all my cells To the point I can't breathe. I continue to tear away at what we created Sure that somehow its destruction will put an end to the pain in my heart. -Heather Strang
Posted: September 21st, 2011 under Uncategorized.