The Cut

The Cut

                I can still see ourselves walking down Main Street and holding hands. Looking into shops and wanting this and that. Laughing at small little jokes I would toss your way. Those smiles as we just gaze into each other’s eyes. What wonderful and awe inspiring times those were… There was joy, hope and love. The feeling that this was meant, that this was to be and nothing was to come between all those emotions.

                Life plays hateful games and cuts to deep when one is not looking. We could have been happy. We could have been but the game was playing itself out. Your words your untrustworthiness, did you not think I would stay? I wanted more then you could ever know but your cutting just made my wound deeper. And so much blood had already poured onto the floor that it was pointless to go on.

                I know that you loved me. The love isn’t at question. It was the cut. The pain that over and over you didn’t have faith or but you couldn’t.  I just couldn’t go on after so many cuts. I gave so much blood to this relationship and there is nothing left.

I can still see but the cut is too deep.

By

Troy Bowden

Jan 1, 2012