Even now i still feel torn,
Seperated from part of myself-the part you posess.
No more unity of thought, no more clairity of reason.
I am unable to go one single day without something that reminds me of you to cross my path.
I feel withdrawn; out of touch
The pain I was told would ease is still fresh.
I feel like my whole body is an open wound and you are the salt mixing with my blood.
The mention of your name in a crowed mall, a song on the radio, or a simple pair of pale blue eyes makes me catch my breath.
I do not have to ask you if you remember us because i see first hand how hard you are trying to forget.
We both know that will not happen soon.
Broken hearts take a long time to mend, especially when they were so easily exposed.
Relying on the other to keep them safe, cherish the amazing work they do.
They give us the capacity to care, to love, and its the first target someone goes for when trying to hurt.
Like a hunters knife cutting the juggler of its prey.
So much for an evolved exsistence, we stay primal in our ways of killing life or soul.
Take the easy out instead of doing what is right or atleast humane.
When we meet again is not up to me, thats been planned out like the time of our death. What scares me isnt the pain I will feel when our eyes meet again, its that the eyes looking back at me will be from someone I NEVER knew.
i wrote this poem many years ago when I was deeply in love for the first time. There is somethng about that first true love that stays with you, regardless of where the relationship ended up