From the Heartache Archives

This was a poem I wrote a few years back at the end of a long relationship.
I have not changed the original formatting for the sake of preserving originality of my state of mind.
The purists may find a lot of newbie errors...so....Bite Me!!!!

Episode 1

As he entered the halls of the great city,
His eyes were restless.
His pulse was racing,
at the anticipation of the new and untold.
And then he saw her,
A vision of stricking beauty.
His heart melt,
In his eyes were tears he knew not existed.
He quivered,
at the sight of her eyes,
and longed for a gaze of the angel.
He rushed to her and sat in her shadow,
All his worries were lost.
Every passing moment,
he fell deeper in love.
Alas, the angel was spoken for,
she had love already.
As he laid near her,
Weeping silent tears that no onecould see and crying in desperate wimpers,
that he only could hear.
He put on a brave face and told her,
Of his love, his pain,
how both dance togather on the floor littered,
with the spills of his bleeding heart.
The angel was so in the other love,
she could not help.
As he saw her walk away in the mist of time,
He Bid her Goodbye.
And promised himself,
Never Again,He will let himself suffer.
Never again, he will let the promise of love,
turn in tears of blood.
He walked away from the angel,
In his bleeding heart,
he had nothing but pain.
His whole being shuddred at the very thought,
Of the love lost.

Episode 2

It was a hot day in summer,
When the Angel called upon him.
It had been ages that he had heard her silk voice,
He had tried not to think of her,
and had not forgotten the pain.
But as she spoke to him,
all the pain vanished.
All He could hear was her sweet voice,
Soft tones laced in honey.
the hopes of the love forgotten,
came back to him.
His helpness returned,
he was again chained in the desperate grappling of his heart,
to hold on, to posess, to love.
He sang of his love to the angel,
The angel began to cry,
She poured her tears on to his own.
She spoke of the betrayal that was done to her.
She spoke of her broken heart and lost love.
He could not bare her pain ,
Seeing his angel broken in misery.
His loved bolied back up again.
He went on his knees,
Held up his head,took her hand and looked deep in her eyes,
and poured himself onto the feet of his angel.

Episode 3

The END

It will hurt me years from now,
When I look back.
The pain will still be there,
Hidden in a dark corner of my heart.
The the rush of blood,
When someone knocks my door,
the way I jump when my phone rings.
the way my head turns when I pass,
the place where I sat with her.
The memories of her hand in mine,
cuddled togather far from the world.
the sound of her words in my head the smooth caress of her skin,
the way we danced in the rain.
The love I had was cursedwith her torn heart.
Her delicate heart was shattered,
those parts that I could not join back
I saw myself crash down with her,
broken down in a million pieces
Now there is no hope for this broken heart o mine,
wander aimlessly, one howling night to another
wondering if I did everything right,
and hoping that I did.