It was two months before I let myself cry over it.
Sitting alone on the bed, it crushed me like a mountain.
It laid me out flat and cold.
I cried until my eyes went red and fell out.
I knew then I still had some healing to do.
That night I felt like an empty field.
Every tune on the radio broke my heart all over again.
When I woke in the morning, the feeling remained the same.
I imagined the day they would come get me.
“You are leaving West Virginia” reads the sign in the rearview mirror.
We would drive miles through the hills, and I could talk about the pain
to someone who cares.
The pain of something beautiful that didn’t last.
The pain that I couldn’t have it all.
The truth that it wasn’t enough.
The truth that I had been settling.
The feeling of knowing you love someone deeply,
but they were never going to change.
They say grief is just love with nowhere to go,
I think they are right.
“It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.” -The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.
Good telling of the crash and burn of what we imagine is love 🌼👍👍
Very relatable and readable…🙏🙏
hello lovely poetess this is deep I felt this in my heart 💕
Fantastic on the imagery and emotion. Your piece reminds me of a poem by Anne Sexton called “The Abortion”. Take a look at it, and you’ll see why… I think. Anyway, that’s not to suggest your poem has anything to do with abortion. It’s the imagery and the somberness. Anne is one of my all-time favorite confessionals. And yes, I’m a member of the Dead Poet’s Society.
Rating: I see no reason to rate this as ‘Mature’. Don’t limit your piece with that shackle. I write shit all the time that needs to be buried in a hole. This poem needs to be laid out on the table.
Powerfully penned, Rain. This is an incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Scintillating! It reminds me of the Pearl Jam song Rearview mirror. Keep it up!