I can live with the hate.
Not crippled by the memory.
Of crying for you
bitterly.
Not stunted by the thought of you
wrapped up in her
in love with her.
I am not haunted
by the fights
or tear filled nights.
Or curses aimed at you and God
or praying that my heart would stop.
I do not mind these, though they hurt.
What i'm trying to forget
is worse.
Trying to forget
the love.
The dinners and the dances
and the trips we took.
The way you held my head
or looked into my eyes.
Watching when you slept at night.
Wish I could forget
the cards and flowers
The many hours
talking about our life together.
The dog we planned to get
The children we planned to raise
The carefree, perfect days
We thought would never end.
and Praying to forget the ring
and what it meant.
And how I felt
when I wore it.
See,
I could handle all this hurt and pain,
If I could just forget
the love.
