I watched as the life was drained from the eyes of the man I once knew.
Different,
He was so, SO different.
They didn’t like different.
The harassment.
The pain.
The insecurity.
He just couldn’t take it.
I tried,
I tried so hard to stop him.
But his decision was made.
There was no turning back.
He just left one day.
That day I felt him leave, though he wasn’t near me.
He was my rock.
I loved that man.
My heart cried that day,
Though I didn’t shed a tear.
I can imagine him now.
He’d debate on whether he should stay,
Or if he should jump
He’d wrap the noose around his neck and then…
He’d
Jump.
That scene is forever burned into my memory.
I remember seeing the love of my life, hanging from his neck by a rope that dangled from the
Ceiling.
Imagery impales my imagination.
He was my first and only love
Any man would die of a broken heart, if they saw ligature on the neck of the one they loved.
I am now dying of a broken heart, because I
Am
That man.
I was that hopeless romantic.
I was that man in love.
Until the man I loved was tortured to the point that he couldn’t stand the idea of living another second longer.
I was his and he was mine.
But now I am facing pain that I cannot define.
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PoetryThis is series of poems I wrote through lots of Different times. Some were school assignments that I thought turned out pretty damn good. Please be gentle when criticizing. Some of these poems are personal experience. Not most of them, but Pain is o...
