30 Sep

Hurting Poem

I tried to end my life but survived to tell my story. I fell in love when I was 18 with my first everything. I was there for him through his drug problem, we got engaged after three years only for him to abuse me sexually, mentally and physically. I was tortured; beat with chains. I was taken by force while he licked my tears. I was cheated on; he let the girl he slept with wear my ring before I got to see it. I now have a better man.

Love Vs. Heartbreak

© Kaylee
Those moments when you unknowingly give your heart to the one you love.
The feeling of butterflies in the very pit of your stomach when they ease into your mind.
The smile which graces upon the world, reaching your eyes when they are near.
The special glow you cast for all to see, which brightens with their gentle touch.
The warmth and protection you snuggle closer to in their arms.
The places you lay memories; as you share every moment together.
The all out joy you give one another to make sure you are pleased evenly.
The nights you laugh as random things, just to see a smile.
The days you could watch TV, not speaking a word; yet the comfort of the other is near.
The holidays you brand with a toast of wine, over candle light.
The three words you utter occasionally, making time stand still.
To never feeling alone because one heart beats for the other.
The time when tears only fall when forever is placed on a finger.
The dreams you share; to bid a future that harness true love.

That is Love.


The anxiety that something is wrong; when words are no longer enough.
The harsh words that leave the mouth, scarring the butterflies away.
The end of smiles as frowns and lines of worry are born.
The glow that dies into depression as skin turns pale; eyes lose there shine.
The cold of their back as they sleep facing away and far from you.
The separation they want; time alone to search new memories.
The gifts which ends, because the care is no longer there.
The nights you spend in completely different rooms contemplating reasons.
The days watching TV on the floor as the other is on the bed browsing the computer.
The holidays spent away, at families; wondering what the other is doing.
Those lovely three words die; reborn into three different words.
The heart beat which once was strong, beating painfully slow each night.
The time tears fall for no reason through the days unknowingly.
The nightmares that plague you, until you become ill.

That is Heartbreak

Source: Love Vs. Heartbreak, Hurting Poem 
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Posted by on September 30, 2011 in Uncategorized


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