My words don’t matter
Regardless how they come out
Organized into lines
They mean nothing.
The words can’t describe
How I feel inside
Before I could write about the darkness
The pain, the nightmares, the broken heart
What I feel now, has no words.
Broken hearts can heal
Mine continues to go through that pain
No closure, the same thing everyday.
It’s as if it gets thrown against a wall
Almost to the top, almost over and through
At the last minute it gets ripped down
Hitting everything it can on the way to the bottom
But It doesn’t hit the ground…
Only to be picked and thrown again.
The torture is unbearable..
Having you but not truly
Wanting you but more than you want me
Loving you, and you loving me..
by Matthew Henrickson
Category: Matthew Henrickson Poetry