white dove

Rookie - 0 Points (09-10-1992)

Ain'T Easy To Move On - Poem by white dove

As the night falls, and I retire to my bed
I switch off the light, which has turned hot and red.
I lay on the bed as my window lets in the breeze
I snugly fit into my blanket, with perfect comfort and ease.
But as I slowly drift into a quite slumber,  
With nothing to distract me, no rhyme, no number
It slowly comes to life, the heart numbing pain
Then my vision gets cloudy, and it begins to rain.
I can't stop crying, for a long long time
No, 'm not okay, no, 'm not fine.
I keep thinking about what I did wrong
Was I not supportive enough? Was I not strong?
Did I not show my love? Did I not care enough?
Was I not important to you? Was loving me so tough?
I am here thinking how easy it was for you
To just take off and move, love someone new.
You say still care about me and value me as friend
But there's nothing you've done to show it, not a single wound you've mend.
So every night in my room, when the day slowly fades
I give up the brave act, I give up my charades
And cry every night to soothe the wounds so deep
'Cos that's my only comfort until I drift off to sleep.
Every morning I wake up, fresh as blossoming flower
Brush my teeth happily and sing in the shower.
I go on with my day, put up a good show
Keep myself distracted, with the day I flow.
But as the sun sets and in comes the night
No matter how hard I try, my tears I cannot fight...


Comments about Ain'T Easy To Move On by white dove

  • Veteran Poet - 1,058 Points Nika Mcguin (2/14/2014 9:32:00 PM)

    well said, well written. You paint the experience so vividly even those who've never been in love can understand it. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Erin Vement (7/4/2013 2:21:00 PM)

    this is beautiful. like you are speaking directly the words I cannot find myself. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013


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