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The fight
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Lost Love I'm tired of the fight
Tired from the hurt and tears.
Tired of trying to always say what is right.
Part of me wants to walk away,
Part of me is ready to run.
And yet another part of me knows tomorrow is a new day.
I'm hurt and feeling alone.
I'm confused and scared to go on.
Terrified of the unknown.
The mountain of mistrust is high,
The lies have piled up.
I'm trapped underneath slowly left to die
I don't know where I can turn to
Love should never hurt the way this does.
I cant picture my life without you.
But I'm tired of the fight.
Sick of the mistrust and the tears.
Part of me ready to run into the night.
Tomorrow is a new day,
A chance for our love to grow strong
Do I go or do I stay?
Very real emotions
..easy to sympathize with, in their rawness and relatability. With love, it is hardest of all to know where the line in the sand is.
From purely a poetic perspective, it is interesting the way you used periods in unexpected places to alter the flow of the poem, as well as create empahsis and, of course, pauses.
On a personal level, I do hope you find the answer you need, very soon.
Oops periods were not done
Oops periods were not done intentionally. Need to edit still.
Well now I have to re-read it
Well now I have to re-read it : )