A poem about the journey of new love, heartbreak and finally healing. Enjoy.
That feeling In my stomach Your name on my phone That feeling The first time it was you and I alone Blood racing through my heart I’ve been hit by Cupid’s dart That feeling Oh how I loved that feeling The messages The calls The FaceTimes The visits Oh that feeling was so exquisite Hands interlocked, I’m rubbing your thumb When we were together, we were not two, but one That feeling Your kisses down my neck, my waist, and my thighs, I called it making love, not sex. You were mine in my eyes. That feeling Turned into something unusual and different One day we’re at dinner And the next we are distant That feeling Is space growing in between our souls All I could ask the universe was, “what is your goal?” That feeling The sadness deep in my chest The only thing that cures it is a forced, unsatisfactory nights rest My heart It beats So fast I’m scared For it is now anxiety, not love, in my chest that is bared The tingles in my skin I’m numb I can’t take it That feeling When you left me My heart...why did you break it? I cried and I wept and I screamed and I cursed That feeling Everything you said now seems rehearsed The questioning The doubt The self hate And the hurt That feeling Why was my heart kicked around like dirt? That feeling It’s different. It’s weakened. It’s far. No longer do I question why I feel emotions so raw I look back at the tears, the hurt, the weeping and screams I smile because pain is not as bad as it seems I construct my reality and power do I have The stab in my chest is now a scar, not a scab That feeling That soars through my body all day I’m happy and cheerful like a newborn puppy at play. That feeling Time passes. Rebirthing. Renew. That feeling Like a caterpillar flourishing out of its cocoon A blue butterfly taking its first flight in the world That feeling I am no longer a broken-hearted girl
