HIM (POETRY)

My heart has been suctioned from my chest

Unfortunately

There are very few pieces left

Feeble attempts at trying to mask

This impossible task

I asked God to send me some angles

I need armies of them

And I need them fast

He is not him

And I realize I have victimized myself again

My days seen mundane

And there is a constant storm brewing in my brain

My nerves are scard

And my days seem like centuries behind these tortured bars

Moving from the chatter won’t matter

Because the only one I want is

Him

Please God just give him back

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      1. I am sorry. I have felt that feeling too of “Please God just give him back” and the sadness nd loneliness of abandonment of a relationship. Even when things feel hopeless and appear hopeless it doesn’t mean they are. Things seemed hopeless when someone very important to me cut ff a friendship with me and I felt so sad and hurt and lost but now we are friends again…taking it one day at a time…

      1. A bit like the original meaning behind paradise, which was a walled in place of beauty, but with walls, what’s contained within paradise lacks freedoms, and choice.

      2. SOMETIMES WE DON’T HAVE A CHOICE. WHEN GOD SAYS IT’S TIME TO GO. IT’S BEEN SOME YEARS NOW BUT BOY DO I MISS HIM. CANCER IS SUCH AN INSIDIOUS DISEASE. I WAS THINKING OF HIM TONIGHT SO I PUT IT ON PAPER. HE ALWAYS HATED WHEN I HAD WRITERS BLOCK. HE GAVE ME A BEAUTIFUL POEM TONIGHT. HE IS STILL NUDGING ME EVEN IN SPIRIT.

      3. It is insidious, have lost both parents to such an illness of so many variants. If it’s okay to ask, he being? It’s good to be given a nudge every now and then, beautiful lines and words.

      4. OH WOW, I’M SORRY,,,HE WAS MY FRIEND WITH SOME MAJOR BENEFITS,,,(: GREAT MEMORIES AND MOST OF ALL HE LOVED ME AND I HIM. NOW I’M LEFT WISHING EVERY MAN WAS HIM. THATS WHAT I MEANT WHEN I WROTE THE PART ABOUT VICTIMIZING MYSELF. IT’S RATHER PATHETIC REALLY,,,

      5. No, not pathetic, it’s hard not to compare new encounters with past experiences, it’s part of being human in our connections between one another. The loss of someone close may fade, the the experiences, they’re with us for life, and I kind of like that… The way you expressed it in the poem.

  1. After a sizable number of crushes and serious relationships, I guess I don’t have anyone I would want back in my life. Ironic, right ? But that might just be me and my perception of people. I personally am yet to find someone mortal who is irreplaceable…

      1. I am sorry. I didn’t know about him as I am a new reader on your blog 😦
        Being a survivor myself, I guess we do share a connection. Apologies once again…

      2. NO WORRIES YOU DIDN’T KNOW DEAR. MY POEMS OFTEN HAVE SOME STRANGE HIDDEN MEANING BEHIND THEM (: IT’S BEEN SOME YEARS NOW. ITS OK…

      3. Oh wow, I am sorry I misunderstood, I didn’t realize that you had lost him through passing on, I am sorry for your loss, it’s a different, much different type of loss from how I had at first interpreted.

      4. IT’S OK I KNOW THE LOSS YOU SPOKE OF ALSO OH TO WELL. BEEN THEIR GOT THE T-SHIRT FOR IT,,,,LOL, MEN, GRRR, I’D RATHER HAVE CHOCOLATE (:

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