I Bleed Words Sometimes

Love, Is It Over Yet?

Is it over yet?

The ordeal of love?

Or do I need to continue smiling.

Continue defying,

The state of my heart.

 

Is it over yet?

The patient wait,

for nothingness,

for emptiness.

for hollowness?

 

Is it over yet?

Your condescending laugh,

echoing through my head,

resounding through my soul.

creeping through my body?

 

Is it over yet?

your pretence,

your facade,

your false promises?

 

I guess,

It just isn’t over, until you’re over.Image

My 18th Contribution to NaPoWriMo 2013

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8 responses

  1. And never will it be over. Sigh

    April 20, 2013 at 12:12 am

  2. Ummm, this spoke to me. The waiting and not knowing if its over feeling it slowly die.
    Thats what I got, anyway, and it made me sad.
    Well done.

    April 20, 2013 at 12:12 am

    • That’s exactly what I was trying to paint.
      I’ve just come out of a similar experience.
      But still trying to gain my balance, I stumbled pretty bad.

      April 20, 2013 at 12:15 am

      • Well i’ve learned putting into words helps. And you are very good at it.
        🙂

        April 20, 2013 at 12:22 am

      • Haha It sure does!

        Appreciate it 🙂

        April 20, 2013 at 12:24 am

  3. For a poem drawn from an intense personal experience, it is simply worded and quick to the point. It gives one only a glimpse of the surge of questions inside. Well done here.

    April 20, 2013 at 12:13 pm

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