Exhale by lostandconfuzed
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I stood on the patio in my boxers and T -shirt.
It was cold, dark, foggy, misty.
I lit a cigarette with tears running down my face.
Knees shaking so hard they almost gave out.
A long hit from the cigarette.
Exhale.
Why would she do this to me?
Does she even love me?
The cold air surrounds me.
I shivered some more.
She stepped out. Wrapped her arms around me from behind.
Look straight. Don't let her see you are crying.
I wanted to pull away...but she's so warm.
Inhale the toxins.
Exhale.
A kiss on the cheek.
Not enough effort. Don't give in.
If she does this to me now, she'll do it again.
Run. Save yourself.
It'll just hurt more if you let it go on.
I turned around. Face to face.
I love you. Goodbye.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Flick.
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This event really happened, but the ending was a little different. I didnt walk away until 2 weeks later. But I would have done it this way if my heart wasnt so involved. Love is a hard thing to deal with.
Comments (7)
cagewench
sigh this is sad... and I already feel sad :( hug
eternalwytch1
Love is a complex thing... and such a sharp sword. HUGZ
meico
... and, hey, it doesn't get any easier with age or experience. But the alternative to the pain [and joy] of love doesn't bear thinking about.
NothingNess
When we open ourselves to love we open ourselves to potential pain and heartache. It's always hard to know when to end it. Sounds like you knew and made the right choice.
SJConnick
Very nicely conveyed. A lit cigarette seems to give us some invisible power, control, confidence etc...As a smoker myself, I can relate to that, the security blanket effect in filling your lungs with sweet sweet tar and nicotine. Loss of love is a hard thing to go through. Hard doesn't even being to properly express it. Walking away from lost love even more difficult.
miserys_extacy
Well written... It made my heart hurt a little. One of the hardest things is to leave somone you love, you express your pain rather well here. Great work!
Shadowmonkey
Heart ach can be painful and knowing when to finish can be difficult. In the end it is just being true to your self. An excellent poem that put your feels through well.