Where?

Falling out of love!

Where was I when you stopped loving me?

 

In our bed hugging your pillow to my chest?

Delirious with sorrowful pain,

feeling the hole in my heart grow bigger?

Forgotton, lost, like days gone by?

 

Laying in a tub of enticing bubbles,

drowning my emptiness in lavender scent?

Blood turning cold from the lack of your touch?

Silence drums in my ears.

 

By your side, lust for her sweating from your  brow?

Your euphoric behavior tells me you're thinking of her?

Flood gates open the salty tears to my eyes.

 

Wearing your velvet shirt,

smelling your lies?

Prayers unheard being said.

Destoyed by your desires

I burn with hot anger.

 

Inside of me, but making love to her.

Your sinful arms wrapped around me,

bundling me in false love.

 

Your extrinsic ways reveal

that you fell out of love with me.

My life melts away from me little by little,

leaving me disconnected.

 

Where was I when you stopped loving me?

Together?

                            Apart?

             With her?

                   With me?

               Here?

                      There?

 

But what I really want to know is:

Where were you when you fell in love with her?

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Written for the creatie poetry group. We had to use these words: extrinsic enticing, euphoric, delirious, velvet, sinful. Tell me what you think! I hope I got the meaning of each word right.

Reviews

[Tasha]

This was amazing!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Bravo!
Standing Ovation.
Loved IT!!!

[LA Lorena]

Good job utilizing all the required words, and in so doing, writing a truly raw and emotional poem! My only criticism? I don't like the word 'fake', and I would suggest switching it out for something else, perhaps 'false'.

[Poetic Beauty]

The last line really kicks you in the stomach and the rest of this poem shows so much hurt and pain over a lover having an affair and how love sometimes fades and disappears. You have tapped into these emotions well and describe them with amazing imagery and the metaphors that you have use are unique.