Empathy Poetry

Once the ink is on the paper

I can relive these bittersweet memories

These beautiful lines I write about you

Today, depression hit like a punch in my gut. Hard. Unexpected. Left out of breath and unable to move. The feeling of nothing slowly returns. I don’t eat for hours. I don’t get out of bed for hours. I lay there in the dark for hours wide awake. I don’t sleep. My soul is tired. The darkness I see exists within my soul and somehow I find that comforting.

I found purpose in the madness. Without the madness I possess I would not be here. I live because of it.

Let them judge you. It is easier to judge than ask. My dear, only small minds do so.

I get up

I go about my day

Still after all this time

Thoughts of you always get in the way

Anything anyone has ever told me could never be as hurtful as the things I’ve told myself

Never did I think I’d fall for you

What a pleasant surprise

A spark I know still exists

How could I believe a Michigan man could feel again?

I hear the weather up there turned your heart quite cold

No matter how hard I tried to use a warm heart like mine

I found myself sick from the cold you brought

Even now after all the hurt

My heart still radiates warmth throughout me

If you ever find your way back to the southern states

I hope you know I still think of you the same

There is plenty of space in my heart

For someone like you

I know one day you will have a warm heart too

You left when I needed you most

I don’t know if I could forgive you after all I’ve been through

Maybe one day these sleeping pills will allow me to dream forever instead of waking and living a nightmare

I may not talk to you. I may brush it off when someone I know mentions your name. However, deep down I miss you like hell.  It’s not when I’m just lonely.  It’s not just late at night.  It’s all day, every day. I care and always will. It was just wrong timing. It always is, isn’t it?