Thread: Painful Endurance

I miss what I can no longer endure.
Waiting to be cherished like I once was before.

I thought, surely, we'd find a way.
Passion, confused for love he never gave.

His touches, imprinted on my soul.
Where his hands explored, his heart did not go.

Consistently made to feel so unworthy.
Unloved and unwanted. Now used up and dirty.

I miss what I can no longer endure.
It always feels good, until he leaves me, sore.

So loyal am I, where pain is expected.
What would I do If I weren't so neglected?

Recognize that my value exceeds far beyond...
...the others he worshiped, have all up and gone.

But I kept myself shackled. Hoping he'd soon see.
This love is relentless, but too long has consumed me.

I miss what I can no longer endure.
He is my sickness, He is my cure.

I stayed for hope's sake. Can't give up, I need it.
But I'd leave it behind now that hope seems comedic.

How can my pain be the source of his laughter?
Why is that my love only ends in disaster....?

He did love me once, but it faded so fast.
But is love really love, if the love doesn't last?

I miss what I can no longer endure.
no more.
no more.
I can't take anymore.