My heart,
plays a sad song.
A tune with no meaning.
Forcing me to think about the now and the never.
What could've and what would've.
What should've but didn't,
and now never will.
I missed my chance and now I sit here.
Alone in the dark listening to a sad song on repeat.
My heart aching and breaking slowly with every syllable.
With every syllable,
strung together to make every word,
organized in no particular order to create every heart wrenching verse,
I fall apart a little bit more.
I shouldn't be listening to this sad song,
but it reminds me of you.
It reminds me of what we had for such a short time,
and though it hurts,
I can't help but love the hurt.
I love the hurt so fully and so longingly,
because it's a hurt forged from the threads of a love so strong and pure.
A love that I can barely remember,
my memories fading to black.
Fading to an oblivious nothingness at the bottom of a bottomless pit,
playing a long tune all the way down to this sad song.
This once happy song which turned to black,
to sadness.
This now sad song that reminds me of you.
YOU ARE READING
A Medley Of Messages
PoetryHere, lays a medley of words inscribed in no circumstantial pattern, to create these messages I leave for you to ponder.
