Heartbroken Love Poem: Overseas
It’s cold living in the same household
With someone that you don’t even know.
We’re separate soles that used to be a whole.
I don’t know what guided us to dividing love
When we used to share it from the same bowl.
We used to wear it like the same clothes.
I remember when it was you and me,
But now it’s just you then me.
It feels like you’re just here physically
And your heart has gone overseas.
You were my better half through cries and laughs
And now the better half of you is gone.
We may as well be in Iraq or Baghdad
Because our love is an overseas war zone.
I pray God oversees us before we’re alone.
I know that Jesus was hit with stones,
But is love really supposed to hurt this bad?
I really miss the togetherness we had.
I hate how the weather gets when it’s sad.
I’d rather rebuild and better this than be mad,
But I feel like your heart has gone overseas
And you’re blowing love like unraked leaves.
Honestly, I don’t know what to believe
When your mouth is shut and padlocked
Like a prisoner overseas who wants to be freed.
I thought communication was the key
But if your voice remains unheard to me,
What am I to think when you’re thinking silently?
Assume to make an ass out of you and me?
I hate when you act privately and move cautiously.
I hate that you’re leaving me with the unknown.
I don’t want a house full of furniture
And still feel like I’m living in an empty home.
You seem like a prisoner overseas to me
That wants to be freed, but has the key.
If you went AWOL this love would fall,
But don’t remain present giving nothing at all.
Not getting along in your own home is like
A prisoner who wants to be freed but can’t fight.
I just hope this love isn’t shell shocked for life.
