Never Love
“’Twas better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.”
What?
To have loved so deeply and completely that the love consumed you heart and soul.
To waken each morning looking forward for the first time in your life to the day before you.
To trust and place all your faith in someone after years spent believing you never would.
To allow yourself to need and depend on someone other than yourself.
To feel safer than you ever dreamt possible
Only to have your heart ripped beating from your chest.
To feel more alone and lost than when you first begun.
To watch your hopes and dreams torn to pieces before you’re very eyes.
To be left with only pain where there once was joy.
Sorrow and grief in place of the overwhelming happiness you so often wished you’d never found.
To become paralyzed, frozen in the hell love left you in.
So much more alone than you have ever felt.
Desperation taking away the freedom love had offered.
Immense fear where you’d found safety.
Better to have loved and lost?
Better to feel as though you cannot go on?
Better to fear sleep for the dreams that never stop taunting you?
Better to wish you would never awake to another day of heart wrenching tears?
Better to feel lost and empty unable to perform the simplest of tasks?
Than to have never loved at all
Never to feel the pain.
No expectations.
No disappointments.
No despair.
Never to be lost.
‘Twould be better to never love than to love and have it lost.”
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