Sore

I gave you the best I had. I bestowed my love on you like rain on a hot summers day.
I believed in you, more than yourself.
I loved you more than myself.
You spun silk with your kisses, your touch, marveled my senses, no words needed when we were together, our love spoke it all.
I am sore from not hearing from you.
I bleed internally because you opened an old wound.
I blame no one but myself for allowing you to come into my life, I have know regrets. I was so real with you.
I never gave so freely before.
 My conscious is confused, intoxicated.
I drank hard from your bottle of love.
 My heart reeks of it, the thought of not being with you screams anguish.
I am consumed with hurt, but I do realize we are created to love and pain shares those same cords, So I'm severing them.
I appreciate the time we had shared, I just expected so much more, I am bruised, but definitely not sore.....