For Her

The last poem for "Elle"... she came back and killed me the final time...

Your words begin to sting

My eyes close slowly

The bad tidings wash over me

My emotions weighted down

Like water filling my lungs

Going through my nose

Making me sink lower and lower

The final dagger sinks into my chest

Dragging it down over my beating heart

Piercing and killing the beat

My veins running cold

The poison flows through out my body

Your words roll smoothly like oil off your lips

Smiling as though you taste a sweet honey

That tickles your tongue 

You curve your lips

Forming a smile across your angelic face

Your eyes glisten with joy

My body wants to hit the bottom

All the lies and things you told me

I was the last to know

You were with him the entire time

I never even knew your real name

I try to smile

Hide my true feelings

I still forgave you

Told you we could still work though it

I loved you unconditionally

Your touch isn't the same

The warmth is no longer there

Just an awkward silence

I feel like I can't tell you

How deeply I care for you

Like if I even hinted to the feelings

It would ruin your happiness

I can bare the tears 

I will carry the sorrow 

Choke back my sobs and smile

Lie between my teeth

Tell you I'm happy 

Yeah, I'm ok

Keep my distance 

Watch from behind the glass

As you go into his arms

Wrapping them around your body 

His eyes finding mine

An evil smirk on his face

The look of triumph

Masking his face

Hanging my head low

I know I will never have that chance

To be with you

My dreams crash down 

Like a cold wet blanket

Thrown over my whole body

Keeping me down

Pushing me to the bottom

Keeping me out of your life

If my misery keeps you happy

I would gladly accept it

Til the end of time

I will wait for you

Even if you never come back

I will still be here

Waiting for you

Reviews

[Blacksheepfiction]

Great job. An unconditional love and appreciation for anyone like this is beautiful.

[FlatLineBeauty]

Thank you xo Winter

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Seems this can be narrowed down a bit to get the meaning and reflection of this verse...I would go over and take out some words...example:

Your words begin to sting
My eyes close slowly
The bad tidings wash over me
My emotions weighted down
Like water filling my lungs
Going through my nose
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Your words begin to sting
Eyes close slowly
Bad tidings wash over me
Emotions weighted down
Like water filling lungs
Going through the orifice

Clarity of this poem would come out and give this more life...Good to read your work…Thanks for the invite to read your thoughts to paper at Writers Café...I'm back to work with copy writer and doing my best to write 1000 words a day...and a subject you do not get to choose...I ‘m happy to say I have 102 copy writes to go…will be busy the next few months on other projects...so I will read all RR"s might just take a bit longer to get a review...hope you understand...plus promote my book: The Onyx - Vena Amoris...for late next month release…I have very little time on my hands…making the most of everyday and taking today to read as many as I can…keep writing and sharing your creative talent here and elsewhere…

[ron]

You loved her completely and kept your feelings hidden so she will not know. I want to give you a big hug and tell you every thing will be all right. xo. Beautiful poem that is painful and shows how much you can love.

[Cleide Tatyana Almeida]

this was incredibly depressing and something anyone that's been through heartbreak will relate to. 'If my misery keeps you happy I would gladly accept it' that line gave me chills, the emotional masochism, the sense of loss throughout the poem and reluctant acceptance, palpable pain....made for good, sad reading

[kublakhan27]

The ups and downs of love are well at work here, especially the downs but it always seems easier to express those parts than the positive ones. I think this would make a good monologue, and would be especially powerful if read aloud. Well done Winter :)

[Trace]

Writing can be the most refreshing and curing medicine for what ails us.
I tuink that is what this represents.
Trace

[Colton Patterson]

Very nice, keep writing! ^_^

[MoriartyMesa]

Some work that has a weak emotion of this sort, only expresses the strength in the writer.

[Derek Smith]

I thoroughly enjoyed this thanks or sharing bud

[Antoñyo]

A familiar read for me...very in some places...
but I always enjoy reading your strengths.

Thanks for sharing