No one ever prepares you for the type of hurt you feel when someone you Love leaves you.
Age doesn't prepare you for the hurt either, you can be 56 or 17 and the hurt still consumes you and all you feel is worthless. No matter what anyone tells you.
You still wonder where you went wrong, what you could have done better.
You explore deep into your thoughts and try to remember all of the things you once so badly tried to forget. You suppressed them until there was almost nothing left because the long nights of trying to piece back together of what once was, broke you almost more then it did when your whole world came crashing down.
Anyone who's been broken can tell you what it feels like and everyone has a different answer but they all lead to one thing and it's that it fucking hurts. And it'll never stop hurting it just gets easier to bear because id be lying if I said that even though a year has past I don't think of him, because I think of him everyday and I miss him everyday but you know that in this life he is not who he used to be. I could tell you that the good days out weight the bad and it's true but it would be a lie to say that the bad days don't feel like weeks and months at a time, because they do and they always will and when I'm standing at the edge of what I like to pretend is the world and the water is kissing my legs and the sun is shinning on my skin, god it would be a lie if I said that I didn't wish you were here, and instead of the water kissing me I wish it was you and I wish you would run your hand over my warm skin the way you always did and hugged me from behind. No one ever prepared you for the after math, they try and prepare you for the storm but the truth is it's harder to pick up what's been broken and try to fix it. It's harder to be the survivor and the warrior. It's hard to lift yourself out of a disaster when you were never taught what it was like to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. We were never taught that love was supposed to be something we had to survive, and maybe that's the problem.
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The longing for you, The ending of us.
PoetryThe longing for you, The ending of us is a collection of poems, letters, excerpts from stages of my life and relationships. With this I hope to show that no matter what you are going through at the time you are not alone. No matter how alone you fee...
