I close my eyes,
for I don't want to be here,
in this place,
receiving from you
what I do not want to receive;
I pretend
and go through the motions
for about the thousandth time,
wishing I was anywhere else,
wondering who you're thinking of
as you pant above me,
wondering if there is
any vestige of love there
or am I now just
a receptacle of your lust.
Why do i feel this way-
I remember when
it was different;
I remember when
you were the one;
I remember when
it was easy,
loving you this way;
Now I feel shattered
and torn and scattered
into a million pieces;
I cannot find my heart,
and I don't know how to love you
anymore.
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I think we were married to the same ex's. It heals.. .slowly, but it heals.
Very Gentle Hugs........
momcat
This entirely appropriate poem about real life is very well written. The only word I can think of now is endurance...we go through the woods and come out the other side in the sunshine.