# Bitter

Author: techfistWolfguy
Tags: Heartbreak, Passing, Sad, Sorrow, Winter, years

#7 of Poetry

A little something sad, since I hadn't written anything like this in a while

Aged  
Yet tender

Are the thoughts

 

My arms

Around you  
As I whisper  
  
To you

My true feelings

For you  
  
My one

And only

Love  
  
The one

Who I yearn

To have

The one  
I wish   
To be with  
  
Until  
My life

Begins to fade

The days  
We spent   
Together  
  
So warm

And loving  
I could never forget  
  
The laughs

We shared  
So filling  
  
The way   
You spoke  
So soothing  
  
The weeks  
We'd be together  
A dream

 

But  
As with all  
Good things  
  
An end  
Came to my   
Wishful thoughts

The day  
When it all  
Changed

 

You spoke

Of another,

One  
  
Who had  
Stolen your heart

And swept off your feet

 

A man of class

And wealth  
With a desire  
  
To make you  
His own  
Until his time  
  
Comes

To an end  
By your side

 

Shapeless emotions

Welled up

In the deepest parts

Of  
My inner self;   
A rift

In the thoughts

That kept me   
Moving ahead

 

Devoid   
Now lies

My mind

 

I lost

The one   
Who I cherished

For   
The words  
I could not speak

Hanging

On the end

Of my tongue  
  
Were spoken  
By another  
One who  
  
You would  
Love back;   
Your missing half  
  
Fated,  
Was I,  
To never be

 

By your side  
Though  
I cannot accept it   
  
My mind  
Sobs  
As it shatters  
  
Tears  
Of crimson life

It cries

All of what

I wished to be  
Will never become

 No  
I am wrong  
My Love  
  
Will be happy  
And  
To stand   
  
Between them  
Would be selfish

Beyond words

 

I smile,  
Nod,  
And move on  
  
I cannot show  
What lies  
Within  
  
I do not  
Wish to burden  
The one whom I love still

 

And so  
Things   
Took their course  
  
Days drifted   
Weeks slipped by  
And months trickled through  
  
The gaps  
In my mind:  
Broken  
  
Time  
Did not heal  
These wounds  
  
Though   
The pain  
Numbed  
  
As I distanced

Myself  
From you  
  
Work  
Filled my days  
As my grip  
  
Slowly began  
To tighten  
Once more  
  
As of today  
Two years   
Have passed  
  
Thoughts of you  
Still linger   
Warm to the touch  
  
For the first time  
In a what seems  
Like ages  
  
I saw you   
As you glance over

And smile at me

 

Oh  
How I loath  
To leave your presence

 

So tender   
And warm:  
Unwavering  
 

Though  
This pain  
Will never depart  
 

Biting  
As the Winter's winds;  
Bitter

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/lmXZaQG1
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