Failed love you say.
Love never fails.
Maybe I failed love.
Love always dwells.
And sometime that’s hell.
My opinion, if they say, I don’t love you anymore.
Then they never did love you.
Or they are just hurting.
I have been blessed to be loved by several.
At least they claimed to love me.
And I loved them. And I still do.
Time passes we move on, but I never stopped loving them.
I have wished and prayed not to love them.
But my heart is a sucker for love.
And as hard as I try to dismiss my love for them.
It still dwells in a heart filled with memories.
The memory of when you said,
I loved you the moment I saw you.
I called b.s. but I’m sure she meant it.
Because when I tried to walk.
She stopped me.
And looked me in the eyes,
I will not let you walk away.
No matter what the costs.
And she didn’t.
I like to hope I saved her.
I know she saved me.
And when she told me at the end,
I don’t love you now.
I knew she was just trying to hurt me.
Some love harder than others.
I think some are in love with finding a new love.
But, to love is a mystery worth the pain.
And the one I knew I hurt the worst,
When I was gratefully given a chance to make amends,
I asked her to forgive me.
She smiled and said,
I forgave you a long time ago.
It broke my heart all over.
How could I have ever been so foolish?
Love is eternal.
And it burns my selfish heart.