a poem with no name

a poem with no name

A Poem by taylorrose
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doesn't deserve a name it just thoughts that go on in are head.

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they say love is our fortune

how can it when it only disappoints

how can love be worth anything

they say if you love something

set it free if it comes back its yours

but that's never true

love doesn't heal over night

it doesn't even fix anything

I loved a man for six years

not only did this man

pretend to love me

but it made me a fool

you see love not only made us happy

it destroyed me inside

I even had his baby

that's a story

we feel apart after

I thought if I let him go

maybe he just needed space

need time to handle everything

but no he just keep going

he was like living another life

I looked at my daughter

I looked in her big beautiful eyes

I saw him and only him

I wanted to fix it all

I wanted to go back in time

I wanted him to love me again

almost a year passed and my love subsided

it seemed to heal and go away I thought about him less

she turned 9 months and he came back

setting things free works

but not like you want

they never come back the same

I learned I never stopped loving him

the feelings came back only this time stronger

he doesn't love me

I sit here and right this as my daughter is 3

I've known this man for 6 years and he is the only one

I have ever loved

the worst part is even as I try to walk away

I cant seem to move on

I've tried to move on

im being held captive in my own life

the question is how can you love someone so much

if all they have ever done is hurt you?

 

 

 

© 2016 taylorrose


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taylorrose
taylorrose

marshalltown, IA



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you learn to live your life your way. you earn how to free yourself from your own demons. in the process you find love in the most delicate places. this is my life and I own it. more..

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He was He was

A Poem by taylorrose