
Remember your first love? Remember that depression you went into when they broke your heart? Well this poem is my story from a broken heart to finding my way back to smiling again.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 364 - Published: 09-18-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3059102
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I wrote this to get some feelings out. Enjoy. It's a free verse poem about broken hearts and getting hurt and then finding something and someone who could make you smile again. I hope you guys like it. This is written based directly about the last six months of my life. I want to dedicate this to the one who broke my heart.
The Blessings of Cruel Love
For all of loves sweet joys
It only brings the most pain
For 8 months I smiled
At the sound of your voice
The laid back attitude
The way the I love you's poured from your lips
And whenever your face was in front of mine
I remember the look in your light eyes
The look of love and longing
But alas as all good things must come to an end
So did the love we shared
For someone who could be so passionate
How easily and casually you ended things
And how cruelly you did
They say the first cut is the deepest
But you left a stab wound that could never heal
Was I not deemed worthy
For you to even give closure?
To make me move on
In the cruelest of ways
And alas
3 fortnights went by
Before I'd see a smile upon my lips again
And when it did
Only the best of things happened
Your best friend, the man you trusted the most
Was the one to bring me back from my hell
And made me smile
Perhaps even more than you ever could
6 moons would pass, before I'd see him before me
And a night was shared
In the sweetest of bliss
Though I shan't ever forget you
My first love
I would like to say thank you
For unknowingly, you gave me the gift
An angel, who would be there
Whether to share a night
Or my sorrow
I will always be grateful
And I wish you
Nothing but happiness
I love you
I always have
I always will
And thank you for giving me the knowledge
That only first love can bring…
Hope you enjoyed it. It was a little difficult to write without tearing up.
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