The Vicious Cycle

I've recently had to go through a very difficult breakup and I'm still struggling with it.

It begins with a smile,

A wink,

A simple, kind word.

At least one person trips,

Head over heels,

And falls into a peaceful oblivion.

A moment is shared.

That moment may be long.

For a lucky few,

It’s permanent.

For some still,

It lasts but a very short period.

A day or a week.

Maybe a month.

One thing remains true throughout.

That moment is intense.

It’s colored with passion,

And flavored with delight.

There’s nothing more pure,

Or better in life.

It’s the one thing everyone wants.

No matter the race,

Religion,

Age,

Gender,

Size,

Or shape of the person.

Everyone longs for it.

Some people are capable of giving it back even.

 

It begins to end with an argument.

A meaningless, pointless

Difference of opinion.

It starts to be over at the first raised voice

About a date missed

Or forgotten.

The anger causes hurtful words

To be tossed around,

And tempers get raised.

Sometimes the issue at hand

Goes unresolved,

Unspoken of,

And hidden away.

That tiny, little hurt

Gets stored away,

And kept in the back of the mind

Forever.

Each tiny, little hurt that comes along

Adds onto that previous one.

It builds up

Because it never gets spoken of.

It never gets a chance to heal.

One scar just stacks upon another.

 

It ends in heartache.

One person left crying,

Wondering,

Begging for an answer,

Only to be answered

By silence.

Nothing’s been properly closed

Or resolved.

Unspoken regrets hang on the soul,

While unheard wishes lay heavy on the heart.

While one person moves on,

Another person waiting in the wings for them,

The other person mourns,

And ponders.

What happened?

What went wrong?

Why?

Dreams are haunted by the tormentor

Who destroyed the heart and soul.

Thoughts are plagued

By the one person

Who shouldn’t be thought of.

The mind always drifts back.

Food goes uneaten.

The stomach turns.

It feels like the insides are attempting

To escape.

The body shakes,

And the heart panics.

While one is tortured inside and out,

The other moves on,

Forgets,

And washes the memory of the pain

They caused.

One person is left alone.

So very alone,

And forgotten.

 

It starts all over again.

It begins much later.

One person has emerged

Healed and brand new,

Ready for a new beginning.

Another person takes notice,

And portrays a smile,

Or a wink,

Or a kind word.

The vicious cycle has begun

Again.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy it.