Preparation for hurt

No one prepared me for the emptiness

that would wrap itself around my body,

sometimes so strong that getting out of bed

was nearly impossible.

I was not prepared for the disappointment.

I was not prepared for the questioning, sighing,

and wondering of what went wrong.

No one told me that I would have to live

with a reminder everywhere I go.

I was not prepared for the anger, confusion,

and pain of betrayal.

No one told me I would feel so deeply.

No one warned me that no matter how hard

I tried to forget, I would always remember.

But what hurts the most was the premature

Goodbye that came with saying

I love you; No amount of preparation

could ever numb me enough for that.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. 

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