My 26th Poem by Shameca Biggs

Black and blue surround me and I hurt all over again.
My sorrow times ten.
I’ve considered reaching out for comfort, but no one understands. They’ll never be ‘that man’.
He’s all I see.
I just wish my heart would let me be.
It hurts the most that he’s happy free.
He wants this life without me.
All that’s left is silence that shatters my mind, and an endless abyss of murderous time.
Why do I still pine that which injured me the most?
A fantasy, a villain; the shell of a ghost.
I hate this thing inside of my heart, my head, my soul.
It will not sleep and it will not let me go.
While he moves on happy and well…
Yet, I must live chained to this beast; this personal hell.
This can’t be love, for its neither gentle nor kind.
It continues to elude me, each breath, each rhyme.

I can’t think, I can’t see, I can’t cry, I can’t just be. I can’t move, I can’t stop, I can’t breathe, I can’t talk. I can’t live, I can’t fake, I can’t give, I can’t take. I can’t stay, I can’t leave. I can’t tame this beast in me. I can’t love unless its him. I can’t begin with him as my end.