I’ll never stop
Loving her
But I will stop
Pretending love
Is enough
In this cold world
I’ll never stop
Loving her
But I will stop
Letting her
Push me off
This painful ledge
I’ll never stop
Loving her
But I will stop
Waiting here
For messages
That never come
I’ll never stop
Loving her
But I will stop
Playing games
That no one
Will ever win
I’ll never stop
Loving her
But I will stop
Thinking that
Somehow
There is a future
I’ll never stop
Loving her
And maybe
Someday I’ll stop
Telling myself lies
About the things I will stop
Wounded Memories 
Reblogged this on The Pink Shoes and commented:
bottled emotions.. oh what a lovely poet you are
This is beautifully articulated, but…
So much pain… 😦
Aye. So much.
Not gonna lie… This hit so close to home that I cried. My heart hurts for you.
Don’t cry, it just is what it is. The world isn’t perfect, that’s just how it was created. That we can write what we do means we survived the things we write about.
You wrote my heart out… 😦