He was My Love

And would never put anything above me,

But now he is gone,

His suspicions have done me wrong,

Even though I gave my heart all along.

The fights were heated,

About stupid things not heeded,

I couldn't get what I needed,

And he couldn't get what he needed.

These things were so simple and easy to give,

But he couldn't put aside his pride and live,

With open, equal, and unbiased love,

My soul was vulnerable to him like a dove,

That fluttered with fear of rejection and failure of love.

Like a breathe we needed a list

Of emotions and promises to subsist,

But the trust was broken like an unfinished kiss,

Through anxiety of abandonment it was he that I missed,

But his permanency in my life wouldn't continue to exist.

His offerings became crumbs, that he grudgingly would grant,

His sweet words and loyalty became a pall of raving and rant.

Slowly did his firm and solemn oaths turn into spoiled currant.

It once had a beginning like a newly sprouted plant.

Unfortunately it needed showers of love that were scant.

The dark knight my lover had been was no longer gallant.

The passion was intense, but so fleeting for him,

He expected me to go out on a limb,

To fill his emptiness and needs to the brim.

When asked to do the same for me, the outlook was grim.

His passion, care, and sweetness became more dim,

Because for me he was not willing to go out on a limb,

Again and again my chances grew slim.

Why did he torture and tease me with pledges of succor,

For my ever increasing feelings of contentment and allure.

First he filled me with lots and lots and then more,

Then he broke through my inhibitions that had once been so demure,

Showing me the fiery depths of his supposedly solid hot core.

He had me where he wanted me, for him I did adore,

But the crushing weight of distrustfulness became a locked door,

And ever after all of this, my presence he, now, would always abhor.

But I must go on and try to live life fully,

Even though my love is now difficult to give truly.

I pledge to do my all to find another to try to live absolutely,

As if I never met my soul mate that through me away so cruelly.

To my lost love I gave my everything, and especially my loyalty.

He gave me love, adoration, and chivalry, but it turned to hate abysmally.

I don't know if I can ever love again so openly and completely,

But I must believe there is someone who will fill my void so lost and lonely.

Is it right to say I cannot love again after the damage done totally

To my heart and soul so brutally?