Tag Archives: Heartbreak

Words Forsaken

I hear
I know this despair intimately, old history, an old door
I feel shame, confusion
A deep sadness
My sorrow is profound
Words abandon articulation
I am left with grief
I never wanted to hurt, to cause pain
But I did
Your love is sacred
Your happiness is vital
I lay before you naked with love
To you I surrender
And ask for forgiveness
Trust is to be earned, to be respected
Words are forsaken here
It is in the deed where trust is cherished and nurtured
In time

Luvbeingadyke

Questions

The anxiety begins to build
Prying questions
Insisting on opening me up
Without permission
Feeling trapped
Claustrophobic
A nervous laugh
Hoping to deflect attention
Provide space to breath
To cope
I don’t want to answer
Loser?
Predator?
Being forced to choose
Pushed into a corner
I can’t speak of
The tears just under
My skin
Running through my veins
Arresting my heart
Lying is easy
Moving forward
Harder

Luvbeingadyke

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