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I want you back now that you’re gone.
My heart’s a pit no love can fill.
I stumble through my days of stone
Bereft of joy, bereft of will.

I could not tell myself I loved
You as I did for fear of pain.
Far easier not to be moved,
Than moved to love, and hurt again.

How stupid! I loved anyway,
And now the blame is all my own.
Please rescue me, this torture stay,
And for my sin I will atone.

Poetry by : Nicholas Gordon

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This poetry here kept calling to me as I read it’s contents. I used to have a boyfriend who loved me tremendously despite all the treacherous things I have done to him. All he did was forgave me for what I have done and continued to love me more and more.

But overtime, his love seem to get on my nerves, I knew that I needed to get away, his love for me was strangling me where I sat, one might think there was no such thing as too much love, but I begged to differ…and so I left.

Days after I left him, I felt bereft of something in my heart, it was tugging and pulling at me, trying to tell me something. So I searched and searched and searched. Finally I came upon the answer. An answer I never wanted to know. I missed him and I want him back. But no, I did not get him back for he had found someone new in his life. And for that thought alone, my fragile heart broke.

But I did not beg for his return. No, I just smiled and wished him well.