Many crave love, they see ‘picture perfect’ love and want it but some will tell you to be careful what you wish for.
When you go searching for love, what you may find love may just be your Achilles heel. A weapon forged from your blind side and used to wage war against your very existence.
The way down
I was beat down several times, over again by it
It was a weapon used against me and I bled,
But I refused to crack and did not run.
The pain was fuel to my desire,
It was a problem and I was the fixer
Never was I to back down.
Steady the ropes, calm the waters all would be well
Back to war I went,
With my drug kit and a shovel.
Little did I know
But off to war I went…
At the war front, I fought for it like my life depended on it.
In hindsight, I was right…
I bled but my drug kit was there to manage the pain,
Patch up the wound, take some painkillers.
If you don’t fight for it, who will?
So I fought till my dying breath!
That last moment, I remember clearly,
As clear and cold as the water in the deep blue sea.
In my last moments- It was there,
In the midst of the chaos.
It walked towards me, how glad I was,
I had won! So I thought.
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The Death
It was right there before me,
Oh! what immeasurable joy filled my heart.
With arms wide open, I hugged my trophy.
I deserved it! I had fought the good fight and won!
As I held onto it, I felt a sharp pain in my chest and a loud sound in my head.
POW!
It shot me.
I clenched on tighter, not willing to let go
But slowly my strength began to fade, and I fell to the ground.
The dust splattered into my eyes and mouth as I hit the ground.
Suddenly it all went dark.
And all I heard was it “I will dig the grave, hand me her shovel”
I was broken- my shovel was to be used to dig my grave.
The last sounds were that of the shovel digging up the ground beside me.
I tried to speak,
But words failed me.
My strength was gone and a bullet rested in my fragile heart.
Without any other choice,
I let go my grip and allowed the darkness take me.
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The Rebirth
There’s a bright light shining into a warm room.
Oddly, I can feel the warmth against my skin!
Where am I?
How am I here?
Is this a trance?
I struggled to open my eyes as they adjusted to the strange light,
My hand goes straight to my chest, I can feel my heart beat.
I’m truly here.
How is this even possible?
Have I been brought back to life?
How? Why?
What sorcery is this?
A second chance?
What shall I do with it?
Hide! Run! & Protect your heart my mind says,
So, I did.
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De JAVU
It’s been years and I’ve successfully protected her- my heart
But I’m afraid something has gone wrong.
I can feel my heart pacing faster,
I cannot identify the trigger,
But there’s something I must run from.
I can sense the danger,
In the background there is a scent of hope.
This is all too familiar,
I know you.
Am I experiencing a de ja vu?
I have seen you before,
In a past life and I have felt you.
I know that scent,
Right before the hope could settle in you reaped away my heart with a bullet!
You scare me & I want to run
But subconsciously she is still drawn to the possibility of it.
I’m resisting her but she’s taking over my mind
and I cannot think,
I only feel.
When I try to turn her off she beats faster and faster,
She has absolute control.
She won’t let me let me run,
She won’t let me hide,
She is holding me to ransom.
After all we’ve been through,
You want to take us back here?
What a shame!
She was shot… she bled! The light was taken from her… yet
In the end,
The same heart that was once shot,
That bled,
Still yearns for it.
She still yearns for Love,
Oh! what a mishap.
Written by The Foodlover.
The FoodLover is an amateur cook/ food blogger who is in search of satisfying her passion for everything food. Recipes, restaurant reviews and foodie adventures are her thing! Instagram: @thefoodlover1.blog