It's not what is <br />It's what was <br /> <br />Collapsed memories lost among the ash <br />Heart in throat <br />Too many words unspoken, <br />Too many opportunities lost <br />Never to be retrieved <br /> <br />Nostalgic chills of heartache running through my veins <br />Long, insomniatic nights <br />Lying in pure darkness <br />As silent tears turn to quivering sobs <br /> <br />What's happened to me? <br />Robbed of my sanity <br />No longer can I think straight <br />When you engulf my every thought <br /> <br />Knowing that I once had your heart <br />And swore never to inflict any pain upon you <br />For I truly loved (love) you <br /> <br />But you were too blind, <br />Too naive to realize what you have <br />And that you will never lose me <br />Regardless of your choices <br /> <br />In the end, all that I want you to know is this: <br />My love is loyal, infinite, unconditional, and everlasting <br />And unlike my love, my heart is sheer glass <br />I honestly felt that you would care for it dearly <br />But the shards spread upon the floor would differ <br /> <br />That's what hurts the most.<br /><br />Christine Lockehart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-hurts-the-most-13/
