I love you... Still. I think I always will. The text broke my heart to send. It's been 6 months since the fights turned to silence. Our lives no longer included the other. I know he's moved on. Began a new life with a new love. But I will never be able to get over your. He will always have the bleeding, cracked heart that beats pitifully in my chest.I've tried everything to distract myself; drugs, alcohol, relationships, sex. Nothing. Nothing will dull the pain of knowing he would never be mine again.
His heart belonged to another weeks before we were done. Sneaking around. Giving someone the love that I begged for. It took him less than 3 months for him to ask her to marry him after it was official. He moved on before I even had the chance to process the loss. I wondered why I wasn't good enough for him.
I cried myself to sleep every night, hoping I could hold him again. Feel his presence surround me again. Memories passing by as I close my eyes. Regret eating me from the inside out.
I've been watching him succeed without me, and it breaks my heart. But just as I promised, I pray and cheer for his successes. "I love you," I whisper into his stuffed bear. The same bear I gave him the second time I traveled the 8 hours to see him. It still smells like him. Maybe that's all in my brain. It probably is, but I swear if I close my eyes, I can still smell him. The cologne I chose for him, the shampoo I used to massage into his hair (it's a texture thing), the body wash we shared, the gel he used in his hair. But it's deeper than that, I can smell HIM.
I will love him until my lungs give out. Painfully squeezing out my final breath. He was my everything. I needed him more than I needed air, or food, or water. I loved him more than my favorite restaurant, or froyo, or fuzzy blankets, or coffee scented candles.
I would choose him again and again. I would tear myself apart to make him happy and whole. It's crazy but, even in our fights, he was my safe place, my light. He shined so bright. The shine I watched dull as the ending began.
I still love you, forever and always.
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My Head's Above Water
PoetryLosing the one you thought you'd have forever will really put things into perspective. Life and death, love and hate, the old and the new. Lay back and relax, we're getting over a heartbreak one miserable poem after the other.