Eternally Regretful Love

Love has a strange way of making you feel things…

We met,

it was a line i was willing to draw and cross just to continue to see you,

so much happened in such a small amount of time.

I’ve been loved before,

and it all ended and pain in sorrow.

I was never given the chance to fall without breaking,

but you promised a safe haven for my landing.

I believe and trusted you.

Before I could blink I was calling you mine and my world begun to make sense,

you’re the single most beautiful thing to ever enter my life,

you were My Life,

my breath,

My Love.

Small cracks begun to form in my happy facade,

hesitation took place of the forward leap our love had become.

It was no longer happy glances and beautiful smiles,

but I couldn’t give up.

But you could.

I was broken,

a shadow of what I once was.

It took every amount of willpower inside me to forget you once owned my soul,

but still it wasn’t enough.

It took a sliver of the true you to pull me above the surface,

but still I swam inside my emotions.

Until you saw me again...and I remembered every scar, every tear, all the love that was inside me.

We rebuilt the bridge that took me so long to burn,

and I was once more in your arms.

My walls were up,

they trembled under your touch,

but not once did i fall victim.

So I thought.

The cracks grew once more,

I burnt the bridge before It could fall beneath my feet.

In a way I’m happy once more,

but it isn’t the same.

I miss your touch, your voice, the way my heart sang for you,

but I am a different person.

The shadows stay at a distance,

and although I feel them wanting to embrace me,

I push them back and walk with my head held high.

I will always love you,

that much is true,

but I can’t let this small resemblance of happiness shatter before me.

Who knows what the future can hold,

who knows if our paths will intertwine once more,

who knows.

Who knew Love could make you feel so much…
who knew you would be my eternally regretful love..