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Fools Paradise - Wounds Heal Yet Scars Remain

Poetry By: masteroffear
Poetry



as they said when you hurt someone you will be hurt in return so i hope that would not be as hard as the poems bellow .. enjoy reading


Submitted:Oct 22, 2009    Reads: 435    Comments: 1    Likes: 3   


Fool's Paradise

"Good night baby", he said…
"Nighty night…" She replied.

They hung up, and all that was left for her now is emptiness and thoughts haunting her head…

She held her phone, opened a new messages and wrote:

"There are times when I reach a point where I say to myself: Enough is enough. This ache needs to be amputated before it spreads!
Then you warm voice, a sweet word or a deep look into your eyes take me back to the point where I feel that I can still tolerate more….
I breathe in and hold on…
I sincerely do not know what I'm holding onto anymore…
I do not know how much longer I can tango with my pain, which is conceived by you and those around you!
Love is a fool's game! That I'm sure of now…
How long I'd be willing to be the fool is all that matters!
Finally… Allow me to congratulate you:
For being able to take me back 3 years in time…
For having the ability to make me feel the same intensity of feelings I had once lived… Adding a few extra elements of disappointments and pain…
Chapeaux bas! For being able to add my experience with you to my list of the "most unforgettable and painful" experiences I have ever lived…
I know how much I love you…
I realize the bending and stretching I am willing to undergo for that love…
I am sure that it will all be in vain…
But I'm still here…
Holding on…
Playing the fool…
Deceiving myself…
Loving you…

Wounds Heal Yet Scars Remain

Maybe she should have been a little wiser; she should have figured out, a bit earlier, what she was getting herself into…
In her defense, she had no way of knowing that things would turn out this way; she was blinded by the pureness she thought she saw in his eyes…
Yet, she was still disappointed in herself and her judgments…
She gave so much more than she should have; she gave her heart…
She can see it now, her heart coming back to her again… She can clearly distinguish its limp and the way it struggles to take a step…
Still the pleasure of seeing it trying to come back overwhelms her!
Whatever it was she agreed, gladly, to accept and go forward with, suddenly doesn't seem to be acceptable!
Regardless of the sacrifices she was willing to make without waiting for anything in return, she now takes in a breath of resentment towards all the good things she held so dear: loyalty, giving and trust…
She should have been tougher, more malicious, less caring, more conserved with her feelings and a little less emotional!
She should have been just as smart and cunning as any girl who has been hurt before…
She made a mistake…
We all do!
But her mistake was the worst! She should have known better…
She should have known that it would end the way it did…
The hollowness that filled her in his presence…
The tears that haunted her in his intended absence…
They were all not worth the fight she was putting up…
Roaming the streets holding up a sign: "Love can conquer all!"
How naive could she have been!
Fighting their fight all alone, until it felt like she was fighting with herself against the world!
She was not going to lie to herself… There are memories she would not be able to escape or wash away…
Inside the ashes of her cremated love a burning fire will still linger on…
Their will always be a scar accompanied with every single memory they ever had… A scar so deep inside that no dermatologist or plastic surgeon will be able to remove…
The warm embrace, the feeling of belonging, the desire to feel that "same old feeling", they will take time to fade away…
But with time, as she had learnt before, the scar will turn into another lesson learnt…
Another lesson that she might benefit from or live to learn again…
Yet, she still can hear her own breath, she can smell, taste and touch, which means she is still alive…
And yes, as long as she is, she will fight…
She will try to choose a fair fight next time; one which she has a chance of winning, one which is worth winning…

Her pain's echoes so loud now…
As if trapped in a small room with four walls and a low ceiling… Her pain, just as she is, happens to be claustrophobic!
The key is there and she is determined to find it, she will find it and just breathe her pain out, she will let it out…

Her heart's innocence seems to be gradually decomposing…
As if it were a corpse buried so deep under layers of soil…
She doubts it will survive… She prays it will…

Her faith in love is slowly evaporating…
As if it were water being exposed to the hot summer's sun…
She yearns for it to stay…





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