My One.

I wrote this poem (I guess that's what it would be called) a few days ago. It's about trying to heal from a love that's so real. From something that so should have been.... and should be. I don't even know if this makes ANY sense but it does to me... I guess that's all that matters :) All in all, I'm not really that sad today. However, I still feel like I'm trapped in this place and unsure how to get out. It's like love has reeled me in and captured my soul. The hook is in my mouth and he ("the one" I'm taking about here) pulls me up only to throw me back... over and over. So here goes.

The road to healing is long
But it’s time to begin
Take the pictures off the wall
Erase the still frame of your face from my mind
I hear your laugh
And feel your touch
“You” linger all around me
I watched the love of my life slip away
Sad.

Mad.

Scared.

Doubtful.

Anxious.

Sick.
This pretty, happy, bright face…
Dying, crumbling underneath

I love you as is
I took you for who you are.

So afraid of waking up next to someone I don’t know
Who doesn’t know me
Who bought be a gold marquee diamond ring
Not white or platinum, square cut
He doesn’t know I dance
Or how I love the sound of crickets chirping
He buys me cake for my birthday
When my favorite is coconut crème pie
I’ve settled.

If only I could understand why
The only love that captured my heart
Broke down my walls
And changed my heart
Forever.
Is gone… I’m alone.
No one else will do.
You are my one. The only one for me.