Poetry

A striking pain that last more than a while and less than forever. Even
though I warn her in a way that hurts she needs a lesson for life. Every
time she comes to me with her problems I have an exploding pain in my
chest. My tears travel on the inside, they feel like venom burning my
veins and tainting my blood. I understand her non-stop defense. Her big
heart full of forgiveness, hope, friendship, love, hurting, lasting
pain, and understanding makes her believe that liking him or loving him
is right. I told her an infinite amount of words. And a quick question
to my self, do I regret it, should I have told her more? Or did I
already say too much to push her farther away to get revenge with me
with out even knowing the gun is pointed toward her own self? I don’t
know. But what I do know is that I have an aching fear of the day she
goes blank in my mind. If it ever happens for just a minute I’m going to
become dead. Again I ask my self why does she do that to herself? She
knows his past and with the slightest ease can predict his future. He’s a
straight up womanizer, player, man whore., and he is just using those
beautiful words that softly caress her ears to get into her little blue
jeans. He has sweet looks, nice words, and a style that the ladies love
about him. But friends she says they only are. It is really this ink
that is the fresh blood from my body. No truer words have been spoken. I
love her too much to let her be with him. If she would only understand
he will only last long enough to full fill his pleasures. By morning
when she turns over to look at his face she will only see an empty space
still warm were his once lay. But I wish she would see that I wanna fix
her broken heart….