Hurt Poem by Catherine Adedipe

I suggest
I bawl my best
Because,
The more hurt I feel
The more holes to fill

Welling up inside
I just can't pour it out
So hurt to even decide
If I should let out a shout

Once bitten
Twice shy
Does not pertain to me
For even when I am severely stricken
I still press on to try

He hurts me
He hurts me
Deep deep inside
And I still can't help it
But think about him

Mixed emotions
Compromising feelings
Unfulfilling desires
From the get go

But,
Determination in me
Pushes me on
To this dark maze
To find him
As I search for my happiness

Apparently,
I am in a world of my own
As,
Futile efforts
Sad endings
Seem to be my best friends

How am I meant to feel?
If I think
I am his aspiring princess
I am his only sunshine
I am his love in the making

And,
Someone got there before me
Someone had always been there
Someone he actually fought for
She Is His Pride!

Here I stare,
Weak and Bitter
Being deceived
To have believed
I was his significant other

I had positioned myself
Amended my ways
Consciously refusing every else
Compromising
To gain full reception of him

I feel led on
to be broken
I feel used
to be dumped
I feel stripped
Off my Pride!

Everyday that passes by
I still long to hear his voice
Everyday that brings life
I long to behold him
I long to be with him
Everyday that is!

But,
He upped and walked
Trampling on my heart with pins
As it pangs through my marrows
Leaving holes too deep to recover

I am hurtened
I am helpless
I am confused
I am in distress

Saying to me
Never again
would you yield to such deceit
But I fall wishfully again
Confirming,
Never Say Never

I would have to recuperate
Yet again by myself
I would have to heal the wounds
yet again in solo conformation

Bemused though
Of how he could be
My inspiration
But yet My Pain!

I still don't know
What he thinks about me
I still don't know
How he feels about me
I still don't know
If he knows what I know

I had passion for him
I had plans for us
Of love stories
Of love so keen
It pierces
But I figure
Love from me
Ends with me

If you love something
You would let it go!
Henceforth,
I choose not to whimper
I choose not to grieve
If Love is not mutual
So Let It Be!

It is a phase
That would pass
It is a moment in time
For my next incitement
All Agony Aside!
Moving forward!

I suggest
I merry my best
Because,
The less hurt I feel!
The less holes to fill!

February 07,2008