I sit here grieving.
Grieving … A man,
Who is still alive .
Who has came and went
Leaving havoc.
Broken pieces of self
Hate , love , fear , hurt …
A man who’s changed me
The way i think , the way I speak …
Mourning the life we shared .
The memories lived .
Carved into the vessels of my heart.
Every time I try to patch them up
The cracks get bigger
A text, a call , a lifeline
A lifeline that leads to more cracks
More pain .
More hurt .
I always thought there was something romantic about fighting for love .
As If that was a qualification for real love .
True love.
Soulmate love.
Fighting for someone and winning them back .
Allowing for multiple chances.
Forgiving no matter what
Loving beyond…
But as I sit here grieving a man that is still alive …
I have come to realize ,
There is no romance in fight.
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