Not Meant To Be

by Mishel   Oct 23, 2004


I hear the wind blow against my window
Trying to get in
And make me even colder than I already feel inside
Except for the street lights outside
The darkness is everywhere
I close my eyes and pull the blankets over my head
Trying to shut out the pain
It is as useless as trying not to cry
I am so tired of crying
My eyes burn from the leaking
And they are so swollen
But I cannot even feel it anymore
So why fight it?
They come without surprise
But with more pain
I miss him so much
My heart cries out for him
My arms remain outstretched for him
I do not remember the last time I have seen him
Or the last time we have spoken
But I still think of him everyday
And those short precious moments we had together
I wish he could take me in his arms
And kiss me and tell me those three words I long to hear
I miss the smell of him when I woke up in the middle of the night
The way his hand always found mine
The way I always caught him staring at me
The embaressed smile when he was caught
The way he held me and kissed my forehead
I miss everything about him
And maybe if I told him he would come back
But I know he could not even if he tried
We were not meant to be together
And realizing that hurts more than anything

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