Musings by The Poet Loriet
He's Gone
I just keep saying it
over and over again,
trying to make myself
believe...
My one true love
has just left me
and I don't know how
to go on living.
I want more than ever
to become permanently
numb.
I don't want to feel,
don't want to cry,
don't want to laugh,
don't want to love.
I have nothing left
without the hope of
sharing it with him.
Every breath hurts.
My heart is suffocating.
I am clinically dead,
a shell of a person.
Nothing is worth anything.
Nothing means anything.
I curse the moon
for being full,
flowers for blooming,
rivers for flowing,
people for laughing.
Laughing?!
How can anyone laugh
when love is dead?
It's dead in my heart.
I never want to love,
to make love,
to celebrate love
ever again.
My baby's gone,
and all the world's lovers
can go straight to Hell!
I hate you for owning
what I'll never know!
Do you hear that?
I HATE YOU, GOD!
I HATE LOVE!
Lori Beal
over and over again,
trying to make myself
believe...
My one true love
has just left me
and I don't know how
to go on living.
I want more than ever
to become permanently
numb.
I don't want to feel,
don't want to cry,
don't want to laugh,
don't want to love.
I have nothing left
without the hope of
sharing it with him.
Every breath hurts.
My heart is suffocating.
I am clinically dead,
a shell of a person.
Nothing is worth anything.
Nothing means anything.
I curse the moon
for being full,
flowers for blooming,
rivers for flowing,
people for laughing.
Laughing?!
How can anyone laugh
when love is dead?
It's dead in my heart.
I never want to love,
to make love,
to celebrate love
ever again.
My baby's gone,
and all the world's lovers
can go straight to Hell!
I hate you for owning
what I'll never know!
Do you hear that?
I HATE YOU, GOD!
I HATE LOVE!
Lori Beal
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