Poetry 1

I'm big on writing. I don't usually write poetry. Something in me lately has been wanting to get out a bunch of the emotion. It's not a good poem, it follows no sense of verse, but I've got one done.

My Love

My love for you is unconditional
It has stayed when you left me
It has sustained in the nights you weren’t there
It was strong when you cheated
It is weak now

My love for you was boundless
I could stomach all the pain
I tried everything I know to make you see my love for you
I as a giver and you took my love
I have lost it.

To not be met halfway
A third of the way
A quarter of the way
You ran from me and my love
And I grew tired of chasing.

Now cold winds blow and home seems empty
My heart hangs low and my soul is lonely
My love is worn and tattered
You have made it dim and weary
But deep inside, a spark remains
My love still has hope

My love for you is over
It has washed away as sand by the ocean
But my love still thrives, if not for you
For the future, for the past, for myself, for my son
You can end my love for you but
My love shines on