Exit Wounds

Exit Wounds

I dread hearing you say
That you’re through
You say you can no longer
Allow me
To continue to put you
In the circumstances that we’re going through.
But what exactly am I to do?
Leave…
Without warning?
“Troubles would be vague as long as we’re together”
You say.
But those troubles can’t remain vague forever…
Maybe
They’ll come out during our struggles
Definitely
During our bickering
Inevitably
During our moments of anger.
I say I love you
You say I don’t love you.
I’m acting like a stranger.
You say that…
The only way I can prove to you that I care
Is to Leave…
Without warning…
You don’t expect me to leave my responsibilities
Just to accept the consequences of a battered
Spiteful heart
But this is a DANGEROUS love
Bound to cause
Unnecessary pain
What’s the worth…
All to rekindle something
That’s meant to be apart .
Us…

© 2011 Craig Watson

Published by Mr. Watson

I'm a person who believes in Happiness & Love... I feel that it empowers us to unimaginable heights... Not just the aspect of Romance... But a Love for Life... Beauty & the Unknown! However, As Positive as I try to be... the struggles of Life are relevant in my world... Perfection doesn't exist and Wise Choices haven't always been made! I try to describe those things in full detail... Bringing u visual imagery through my Poetry ! I Love Feedback... GOOD... or BAD.

47 thoughts on “Exit Wounds

  1. I like the circular quality of this, reflecting one of those horrendous circular “failing relationship” conversations where it all feels a bit hopeless, but neither party can help turning it over and over and over… Clever.

  2. There are times to let go.. saving yourself from destruction is a worthy cause. I know it is hard to walk away. I did this recently, no warning, for sanity as much as safety. I could not loose me at the cost of being with someone.

  3. You say.
    But those troubles can’t remain vague forever…
    Maybe
    They’ll come out during our struggles
    Definitely
    During our bickering
    Inevitably
    During our moments of anger.
    I say I love you
    You say I don’t love you.
    I’m acting like a stranger.
    You say that…

    I just had to reproduce these…Awesome. Everything I’ve felt before described here…the feeling of frustration in the entanglements of still wanting to hold on but someone gave up.

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