Our lives seem to be at an intersection of love and hate
I try to get close but you just close the gate
Our common purpose, our children, our gift from above
After 22 years we seem all out of love
My sustainance are memories of when we first met
The life in your eyes I'll never forget
Our passion, a fire that could not be quenched
To be apart for a minute was a torture a wrench.
But now as we sit across from each other, silence
ensues yet I long to just love her
Is this the natural course of a union?
Or just a part of life's great confusion?
I long to share the intimacy
I long to hear that you still love me
But all I hear is clickity click
As you type your next text, for your next social fix
I know I am not the man you first met
I know there are things I have done I wish you'd forget
But I became ill, I broke i fell down
If you would just forgive me my darling perhaps our hearts could be bound
Although I dream of our happiness restored
I'll wait for you sweetheart
I'll not close my door.
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I am a father of two wonderful girls and a christian, long time sufferer of depression my writing has become my therapy. Some of my writing is faith based, some of it portrays the darkness of depression. I make no apologies for that but pray by using my honesty it might help others experiencing similar turmoil in their lives. May God forever bless you and keep you! Kik me @ merlin1038
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Comments & Feedback (23)
How sad. But there's always ups and downs in a partnership. It takes two to make it work. Have faith. Emotional write. 😔
Oh this hit a nerve my lovely...so relatable the loss,confusion and the needing I am utterly and completely feeling...I hope you both open the path of communication in order to move forward together...hugs my sweet💪💪💪💪💗💗💗
@eddie12309 no i ment that hes reposting so fast that its like 5 in a row on my feed so its funny becayse its like a little squad of repost :)
@naaviie breaking hearts seems to be what I do best! Don't let me break yours too. I just write what's left in mine at times - the Pity party doesn't last babe😘
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