Winter Heart.
Here and Gone.
I cannot compare this feeling to anything. Nothing at all. There is one thing, but it may make sense only to myself. It's a horrid way to live. I don't suggest anyone go through this, but, it's nothing you can really control. It just sort of...happens, I suppose.
Winter.
That's what I can compare it too. The cold, harsh weather of the season. Unbearable cold and rather insane wind and storms. That's the way my insides feel; my heart.
After my last love.
And thats where they left me, too. We were so in love. I thought it may even last forever, though we were young and had the rest of our lives ahead of us. It could have been longer, if things were better. I'm sure of it. Until that day, I guess something went wrong. I remember it like it was yesterday.
I was brought to the park. Rather strange for the middle of winter I thought. It was almost near the Christmas holiday. I remember; everyone so cheery and filled with warm joy inside, though their outsides look cold; rosy red cheeks and chattering teeth. I was like that also. But, they sat me down on the bench we once were one year and two months ago, when we first started seeing each other. They took my hand, and looked me in the eye. And told me.
"I'm sorry," they said. "I think... I think it would be best for us."
My eyes started to well up, and even a few tears flow down, but I tried to hide it. I couldn't let them see how it affected me. I got up, and left. Never made contact since.
I miss it all, I do. It was months ago, but I have a hard time letting things go. Especially because of all the true feeling I had for that person. I gave them all the love my heart possesed. No one ever made me smile, laugh like they did. I think, forever and always, I'll remember their warm laugh and sweet smile. They way they looked when they got up in the morning; eyes half closed and hair messed up. And, they way they looked as they fell asleep; always with a small smile across their lips.
Now, I'm sitting on the couch in my city apartment with a perfect view over the park and exact bench where this all happened. The chilling breeze that came through the window sent shivers down my spine. I gripped my coffee mug tighter. I felt the engraved heart with my fingertips. I don't know why I still have this. (It was made for me. They always had the artists touch.) But, I think about it, and deep down, I know why.
I hadn't gotten rid of anything from them. I had so many art projects, and pictures left here from them, I couldn't bear to throw out. It was the only things I possesed to remind myself beside my memory.
And love, cannot last on memory alone.
Just another something to get me back into writing.
I'm not too proud of it at all. I wrote it in twenty minutes.
Comments are optional.
Winter.
That's what I can compare it too. The cold, harsh weather of the season. Unbearable cold and rather insane wind and storms. That's the way my insides feel; my heart.
After my last love.
And thats where they left me, too. We were so in love. I thought it may even last forever, though we were young and had the rest of our lives ahead of us. It could have been longer, if things were better. I'm sure of it. Until that day, I guess something went wrong. I remember it like it was yesterday.
I was brought to the park. Rather strange for the middle of winter I thought. It was almost near the Christmas holiday. I remember; everyone so cheery and filled with warm joy inside, though their outsides look cold; rosy red cheeks and chattering teeth. I was like that also. But, they sat me down on the bench we once were one year and two months ago, when we first started seeing each other. They took my hand, and looked me in the eye. And told me.
"I'm sorry," they said. "I think... I think it would be best for us."
My eyes started to well up, and even a few tears flow down, but I tried to hide it. I couldn't let them see how it affected me. I got up, and left. Never made contact since.
I miss it all, I do. It was months ago, but I have a hard time letting things go. Especially because of all the true feeling I had for that person. I gave them all the love my heart possesed. No one ever made me smile, laugh like they did. I think, forever and always, I'll remember their warm laugh and sweet smile. They way they looked when they got up in the morning; eyes half closed and hair messed up. And, they way they looked as they fell asleep; always with a small smile across their lips.
Now, I'm sitting on the couch in my city apartment with a perfect view over the park and exact bench where this all happened. The chilling breeze that came through the window sent shivers down my spine. I gripped my coffee mug tighter. I felt the engraved heart with my fingertips. I don't know why I still have this. (It was made for me. They always had the artists touch.) But, I think about it, and deep down, I know why.
I hadn't gotten rid of anything from them. I had so many art projects, and pictures left here from them, I couldn't bear to throw out. It was the only things I possesed to remind myself beside my memory.
And love, cannot last on memory alone.
Just another something to get me back into writing.
I'm not too proud of it at all. I wrote it in twenty minutes.
Comments are optional.