Love Lost.. And Found Again - Poem by Hannah Ward
You took my broken heart, and I thought that it would heal,
I thought your healing powers would prove that love was real.
You took it in your hands, and foolishly I stumbled,
And yet a few months later my heart again was crumbled.
I gave you all my love, you said you’d take my pain,
Yet every time you say this now it hurts me more again.
Your kiss was once so sweet, yet now it feels so wrong,
A reminder of memories past, and feelings oh so ‘strong‘.
I thought that love was real, true and meant forever,
Yet you proved me wrong… we were meant to be.. Never.
How could someone real, who ‘true love’ for me yearned,
Curse and hurt and lie, and expect my love returned?
I’m sorry my dear boy, this love must have turned rotten,
As your faults are not forgiven, nor the least forgotten.
6 months down the line, I’ve learned a lot of truths,
And now I truly know, that youths will just be youths.
They may hurt you once, and get away with it twice
But if they love you so, they’ll never try it thrice.
I may have once thought, that I could not forgive.
But I didn’t understand that my heart, was solely his.
Everyone makes mistakes, and for this I do feel blessed,
As from mistakes come changes, changes for the best.
My heart may still be broken, but I believe with time,
The bruises will all fade, but without the love of mine.
I see that you were now the fool, and I know you know it too,
And you’ll never know how grateful I am for having you.
I know you didn’t mean it, I know your love is real,
And I know you’ll try very hard to help my heart to heal.
I’m going nowhere now, those feelings are all gone,
I no longer want to cry, or want to be alone.
And with two plasters on my heart, keeping it together,
I know our hearts will bond, beating as one forever.
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