Love, Life...Gone

Quote: " He said he loved me. He didn't care about my flaws or my past but when I told him that I was sick for almost a week he stop calling and coming around. I didn't know he knew more than me and much faster than me about what was wrong...I did not think this would ever happen to me..."

He loved me

He swore by the moon like a part in Shakespeare

He complimented me like an angel chosen by God

He was my everything

My sun, moon and jealous stars

I loved him hard with everything within me

And he knew from the start I was his

There was no denie in my voice

There was no hesitation caught into my throat

He had the power to yield me when I was head strong

The love so strong to control my urges

In his eyes I was queen

But the sickness in me turned me into a jester

I remained this thing for him

But the new thing made me look old to him

I couldn't under how my life would change

Even more could not understand his willingness to change

I could have sworn we were thick as thieves

Until the responsibilities of permanent actions were conceived

6 weeks in I was still naive until someone ask me

How far long are you and your husband to be

I was not sure of such a question til a test gave me an answer

My joyous approach to see such a sight

To be shot down by the love my life

I had no idea the love I gave

Would disappear, deprive and depraved

I would have never thought to see myself as a single mother

To a man with so much love

To leave me kicking, yelling, and one big shove

I fell to a deep sleep

To wake in a white room and something missing

I lost the love of my life

I lost the man that months before wanted me as his wife

I lost the courage to proceed

Until this white jacket, walking into this white room said I lost my seed

This shallow empty whole buried so deep

One push and all was over for me

I didn't think this lover mine could be so cold

But I was told he had done it before

My eyes filled with tears non-stop

Turning to the side telling everyone to get out

I once was a girl who was being trained into a wife

From being a mother to widower of life

How can I look at men the same

To a man that gave me life, took life

I feel so ashamed...