Sinking Like A Stone

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A poem I wrote a while ago after a distressing break-up. Finally finished it :)

Sinking Like A Stone

A dagger to the chest, twisting the blade
That is the pain, the pain that you made
You leave me here bleeding and claim that you care
Whilst speaking the words you know I can’t bear
I remember your love and watch it decay
As you leave me with memories as you toss me the blade
Embraces and calmness, a light summer’s breeze
A beach to escape to when I wasn’t at ease
Your arms were a paradise, to which I retreated
I thought it was impossible for that to be defeated
Overwhelmed with comfort, then tossed in the deep
You run into the sunset and, my gentle heart, you keep.
You spoke softly in my ear, to which you knew would appeal
But those words that you spoke were words you didn’t feel
You thought they were true but you violently snatch
The words that I loved and take them all back
Daydreams of you will no longer feel true
Knowing that lies were the only thing that came out of you
You were a coward who wore a hero’s face
And made me feel so loved in a false embrace
Those all around me saw me fall apart
Tried to pick up the pieces of my broken heart
I knew things weren’t right but I lived in that bliss
Not wanting to leave you and share that last kiss
But I’m drifting away now – you’ve let go of the string
That connected us both – that hurt it would bring.
This toxic link that has been holding me back
Has finally been broken – no strings attached
I’m moving on from you and finding new feelings
Now you’re out of my life, I’m finally healing
That pain, which you caused me - I sunk like a stone
But those who truly care surround me. 
                                                              I am not alone.
A dagger to the chest, twisting the blade
That is the pain, the pain that you made
You leave me here bleeding and claim that you care
Whilst speaking the words you know I can’t bear
I remember your love and watch it decay
As you leave me with memories when you toss me the blade
Embraces and calmness, a light summer’s breeze
A beach to escape to when I wasn’t at ease
Your arms were a paradise, to which I retreated
I thought it was impossible for that to be defeated
Overwhelmed with comfort, then tossed in the deep
You run into the sunset and, my gentle heart, in your pocket you keep.
You spoke softly in my ear, to which you knew would appeal
But those words that you spoke were words you didn’t feel
You thought they were true but you violently snatch
The words that I loved and take them all back
Daydreams of you will no longer feel true
Knowing that lies were the only thing that came out of you
You were a coward who wore a hero’s face
And made me feel so loved in a false embrace
Those all around me saw me fall apart
Tried to pick up the pieces of my broken heart
I knew things weren’t right but I lived in that bliss
Not wanting to leave you and share that last kiss
But I’m drifting away now – you’ve let go of the string
That connected us both – that hurt it would bring.
This toxic link that has been holding me back
Has finally been broken – no strings attached
I’m moving on from you and finding new feelings
Now you’re out of my life, I’m finally healing
That pain, which you caused me - I sunk like a stone
But those who truly care surround me. 
                                                              I am not alone.

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toredbloodink commented on Sinking Like A Stone

11-30-2016

The illusion of one loving us back in the same manner we put in.... Let go of the rock... Let it sink into the abiss of a half ass love.... As your learn and love in life remember you were made with purpose and great intent.... The purpose we are made for is never revealed to us we just walk into it blindly.... But love will always reveal the dark in someone that is not for us.... Great job with the write I have cut that same string because of the sting....

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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