This is a poem I wrote during my affair.
No distractions. I cry.
The pain is endless morning, noon, and night.
It takes over my soul like a virus, spreading uncontrollably throughout my body.
Will it ever stop? It feels like it will not.
I fall to my knees again. They bruise, again. Bruise upon a bruise. Pain upon pain.
My heart yearns for the love I may never have.
My heart yearns for the love I do have.
I yearn as if for water to sustain life. But I am parched.
My pain will not cease, my crying continues. The torture remains.
My life becomes unrecognisable.
Question upon question, but no answer comes forth.
I worry about loves that may venture alone in this world. I long to be with them. I long for them to be happy. But long to be by their side.
To live and love together, forever.
My heart aches unconditionally.
Dreams fade but dreams approach so rapidly I am once again knocked to my knees.
The pain continues.
I grow weary. I grow lonely. Afraid of what is to stay with me for my destined life.