A life worth living

I could not live,
with the disappointment.
Of a woman wanting more,
than I could give.

On sunlit mornings,
she'd devoutly prepare breakfast.
She'd search my eyes,
to find that place where she lives.
Holding close every memory,
that brought her here.

I could not live,
with the disappointment.
Of admiration drying on lips.
I could not live,
like this...

The picture frame fell,
and broke.
She cried,
silently...
The tears streamed,
as if they had been waiting,
for this moment.
She looked to the ground,
as she spoke,
and I knew
I could not win her back.

Her language was subtle,
the undertones eluded me.
Lost in translation,
she had found her final reason.
To let go ,
of all she had endured in the hope
That the initial "I" would return,
And embrace her.




I could not live,
with the disapointment,
of a mediocre love.
I could not live,
knowing,
that I could not anticipate
her twists and turns.
I could not live,
with the disapointment.
That escaped her lips,
when she felt unseen

I could not live,
with the disapointment.
Of walking on broken glass
With bleeding feet
Who's blood was never touched.
I could not live,
to each day forgive
and be forgiven
I could not live,
Outside the barrier of her skin...