It's devastating to be in love with someone that no longer wants you.
Your heart bleeds with affection in every motion it makes.
It cries each time it is pierced with every misconceived retaliation from the effort to express itself.
How does someone described the pain felt from being unaccepted in love; to believe to have been loved then simply released for reasons that don't add up? Perplexed, I would say; seriously bewildered with the lack of understanding as you would fight profusely the battle against bitterness and hatred toward the very one that compels you.
The irony in hating that, which you love the most, doesn't seem so ironic when you find yourself there.
And yet, you know it to be wrong.
If you truly love them would you not be unconditionally forgiving? I bawl, blubbering with sorrow unseen with watery eyes as I think back in reminisce of what I thought I lost.
A grown man with promising attributes crying, like a punked kid, whipped and beaten by his love for a woman.
It is the dance in the darkness of a hidden ballroom that no one is permitted to enter.
A room that is tucked away behind a sweating brow and wide open brown eyes that permeate both inward and outward.
I do not willingly let anyone see that I still hold dearly to what has forsaken me.
But what ails you more truly accepting that it is finally over or forever wondering if there is still a chance to reconcile? So the question remains how do you shake the promise of Love and Hope you have for them when you are left alone in it? Are you looking for the answer? So am I! One year passes and no answer yet.
But then I am left still in my issues and though I am left alone I have not been let go.
Time is told to be the healer in such recourse.
It passes by and treads the pain and buries it under its dust.
But it takes longer to bury what is constantly dug up and the plead of my heart goes on.
Is there still the chance or has my heart wallowed in mystery for too long?