Lost

The more I loved you the more I lost. 

The more I thought about you

no more did I gain

The more I gave you

The more I feared

I feel lost in my loneliness.

Will I ever be happy again?

When will this feeling cease?

This is what I think of

when 

I hear the word

lost

Loneliness.

Fear

Anguish

Rebellion

You said you'd go away that 

I wouldn't see

you again,

that my hurt would disappear

that I would be

whole again,

but why

so I see you face every now and then?

I may have lost many things,

but I still don't 

understand.

And so many things that I never
will

Sometimes when I dream,
the only
thing I can see is you.
But then,
you smile and leave.
And my heart breaks again and again

So just a little warning
that I may not forgive you,
this may be the
last of the kind
words that
I give.

But my thoughts linger,
'Where are you darling?'


~MorganElizabeth
Composed on 3-21-12