"How many ways can a heart be broken?
A soul beaten down?
How many ways can one or two or three use a giving heart?
How many hateful words be forgotten?
How many lies/actions be pushed to the side and forgotten?
How many time do I say I am sorry?
How many times do you?
How much more do you want?
How much do I have left to give?
How many hours do I have to spend alone with strangers
so you have time with friends?
When do you love me?
When do you care?
When do you understand and hold me instead of getting angry at me?
If I stop giving will you love me then?
Words hurt. And we don't even talk...
We don't talk. We yell...
I don't think I love you anymore.
I really think I love the idea of what we could have been.
I have dealt with more than one person deserves
You deny that
I am tired and I am done.
I will work and keep us a float
But you are not my hero anymore.
But were you ever?
When I said I do. Were you my hero?
No more tears
No more I am sorry.....I have nothing to be sorry for.
I stood strong through it all.
I have no more words
Except that I fell in love with you.......
What a fall
It broke my heart."
I found this poem on craigslist and it said everything I am feeling... I will not take credit for it.
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