My heart is a turbulent sea;
Waves of emotions wash over me.
One moment I’m happy and without a care,
Next moment I’m sad and full of despair.
I go from being filled with love and possibilities
To being consumed with rage, hate, and hostility.
I hate that I have no control over me,
That I cannot calm the raging sea.
I hate that’s it’s all because of you,
And that you seem to care less about what I’m going through.
It shocks me that you can move on so easily,
That you could be so indifferent and so carefree.
I cannot believe how you just moved on to another
As though we never even loved each other!
Maybe I was wrong about what we had.
But how could something so good turn out to be so bad?
Did I really mean so little to you
That you could drop me like a rock and avoid me like the flu?
Oh, and by the way, I see you planned your exit just right–
When I needed you most in the fight of my life!
If this is how you are, I’m glad you’re the one that got away,
But you reap what you sow; best believe you will one day pay.
You will realize too late the wrong you did to me,
And I will say, “Aww, too bad for you, Timothy.”
You’re the joke that didn’t make me laugh.
You’re the dirt I’m washing off in a long, hot bath.
And when I’m done, I’ll dry off your lie
And refuse to drop another tear from my eyes,
Cuz I’m turning it around–I’m through with you.
You won’t have another chance to break my heart in two.
I still love you, Timmy, but best believe I’ll be fine.
Putting one foot in front of the other, I’m leaving your sorry ass behind!
© D.L. Lunsford
Dedicated to Brittany.
May you find someone who’ll always be there when you need him most. ❤
While going through the hardest times of my life, I met some amazing women, each with her own story of love, heartache, and grief. I’m honored that so many of them entrusted me with their stories. Here in the section called The Voices of My Sisters I have memorialized some of them in prose and dedicated them to each of the women they represent. I hope you enjoy them and can also relate. Feel free to share your own story. –D.L. Lunsford