To God be the glory!
Do I dare to hope,
Just to hurt in the end?
Do I dare to believe,
When I know I’m wrong?
Do I dare to love,
When I know you can’t love me?
Do I dare risk our friendship,
When I know that I need it so badly?
Do I dare to let you go,
When I know I can’t?
Do I dare to hope,
Just to hurt in the end?
This is basically a short story I wrote, I guess.
I ran, but I couldn’t keep up. You were just walking, but I still fell behind. You stopped to look back at me. You stretched your hand out. My heart was pounding in my chest. I reached both hands out to grab yours, but I just couldn’t reach. I slipped, falling straight to the ground
Why couldn’t I reach you? Why were you so far away?
My tears streamed down my face. While they fell to the ground, a lite cool touch wiped my tears. I jerked my face to yours in front of mine. You spoke to me as you always had. “Didn’t I tell you I would always be here?”
I clasped your hands off my face and into mine. “But you were so far away. I was running and I couldn’t get to you.”
You smiled that smile I had longed to see. “I’m right here. I always will be.” You took me into your strong arms, turned my face to yours and lightly kissed my forehead. “I love you.” you whispered.
Burying my head into your chest I whispered back, “I love you too.”
I never knew the pain that people felt when their loved ones broke their hearts. I was always broken by a crush and soon got over it. I had always heard how bad it felt, but one day someone dear to me, their heart was broken and I saw so much pain. From that day on I said I never wanted to see it again, and I went on thinking I never would. But, it happened again. This time it was the one dear to me that did the breaking, and I got to see the results from another side. This time it was a friend who was hurt. I had heard about one of my good friends being hurt, but I wasn’t there. And then I realized I had done it myself. Why do we have to hurt the ones we care about the most? And then dismiss it by saying ‘It’s life.’. ‘It’s part of being in a relationship.’ Well, if that’s right, then why would I want it. Is a relationship worth the chance of heart break?
I have some newer poetry up now. Dear Friend and Sleep in Autumn. Please go take a look, and always feel free to leave any thoughts that you have with me.
