You Don't Love Me
by
Mary -BrytEyz- Ball
(Age: 38)
copyright 09-17-2001
Age Rating: 7 to 127
"You don't love me."
Was it a revelation,
a question begging to be wrong?
Was it a callous statement
he heard in some sad heart-break song?
"You don't love me."
His words echoed in my head
and I didn't know what to say.
I tried to see what he wanted
but he didn't give it away.
"You don't love me."
The pain in his face was clear,
as I searched for clues in expressions.
Like a hardened stone he stood there
and silence became my confession.
"You don't love me."
As tears welled up in his eyes
I tried to explain we were friends.
I guess that's not really enough
when marriage has come to an end.
"You don't love me,"
he said as his heart shattered.
It didn't really matter what I replied.
No, I couldn't hide what wasn't there;
the look on my face wouldn't lie.
"You don't love me."
Now he was assuring ME
because leaving's not easy, you know.
I looked in his eyes one last time
and we knew it was time to go.
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Love doesn't mean forever. We want it too, but you have to have a mutual desire for it and sometimes that fades over time. Its hard to walk away and start over, but don't slam the door, sometimes you go back....I guess you know that now. This was easier to read knowing you were happy now! Anthony
Gosh, I wish there was a way to "re-submit" something to bring it to the attention to the newer members here. I'd love to know what they think of this and hear any suggestions they have. :) I'll just relish in the ones I've been fortunate to receive thus far! :)
Thank you all for reading, and commenting. It's a true story, as anyone who knows me knows. It's a sad thing, and it's almost over now. Just the last paragraph needs yet to be fulfilled. *sigh* And that soon will take place. The future can be the scariest thing in the world sometimes. Hugs to all. Thanks again.
This was superb Mary, I can imagine the scene right now. You have written this so well Mary, the imagery that this inspired was awsome, I feel as though I was a fly on the wall watching.