To the World...(A Collection of Poems)

Abandoned Love

It's 2:30 in the morning,
and I can't help wondering
what you're doing
throughout the day to
distract yourself from me.

Everyone says this is for the best,
to see what kind of man you are.
I have a grave feeling, though,
that
the truth will only break my heart.

You need your time
and
you need your space.
I've bowed out
and backed away.
I only hope you're okay
and that, at least,
you remember the woman
who loved you enough
to give you, and sacrifice, everything.

I decayed into nothing,
my sanity a downward spiral,
but I'm trying to rebuild.
Piece by piece, day by day,
I accept that I'm going to be lonely.

They say history repeats itself -
and I fear this is the truth.
Another person with whom I trusted
that I'm only going to lose.
Good memories will only go so far
before the acid rises
and I'm left with the stake
you mean to kill me with.

Sure I have my family,
for whom kindred blood would shed -
but I really wish your promises
hadn't taken me to a dead end
and
that you'd return to love me again.

If you hadn't meant it all,
then why lead me on?
If I was not the one,
then why did you simply run?
Was it money
or
was it a false belief
in something you wanted to be,
only to discover that there was nothing?

Why did you not tell me?
Was it because of the things you'd seen
and what you knew of me?
Was it because you found there
was not enough on my end
to sustain our love?

I hate to think about it all,
so ink never met paper -
but I cannot escape the whispers
that you're really gone
and that I am not your home,
where you belong.