Misery.
It's like a jukebox.
Stuck on repeat.
Yet I find myself.
Enjoying the replication.
Of things that never change.
Basking in the storm.
With skies that reflect.
The image of my emotions.
A certain comfort.
Discovered in routine.
100 scars remain hidden.
Behind a misleading smile.
But I let you see them.
Lay witness to the man.
Who has forever hide behind a lie.
Like the jester.
We always laughed together.
Until the day I realized.
The joke was on me.
Love is but a lion.
It's so beautiful from a distance..
..but once you get too close.
It will destroy you.
And you find yourself.
Left with nothing.
Nothing but a memory.
Something you wish to forget.
But it is also something.
You will always remember..

Deep....heartfelt....memories are there for a reason in order for us to learn from them and move on....

I don't want to move on..

My happily ever after begins with her..

..and so it shall end with her.

I gather from the poem you both have moved on. Or at least one of you did. Maybe I misunderstood....

No...

Just had a bad moment..

..she got sad made me sad..

We're good again. :)
BTW, ty for reading. :P

true love doesnt have a ending.....I love you MIKE

:D

I love you too Jennifer-fer. :)

I love this Mike and I love you like a mother..

LOL

Hey Jen did I ever introduce you to your Mingle Mother-in-law?

:P

Amazing write. :)

..thanks.

Amen brotha well said..

thts rite, no matter how hard is tha situation is..