The Recovery Poem by Mona Goldword

my heart feels,
that ur not the one i know
that i'm a boat but can't float
sinking in my own sorrow
though u deserve nothing but to be forgotten
but i wonder..why can't u be forgotten? ! ! ! !

my heart is beating
i can breath once again
and here i am alive again
here i am without a sin.

my heart is healing
from every wound that you'd done
from the bad days that all had gone
from the memories that bring me pain..no fun
and wait..i'm not done..

you said that everything you own is mine
but then i discovered that everything wasn't fine
i discovered that you were owning me
i was just one of your antiques
among your collection of hearts
and one of the victms of yours..

so sorry!
sorry for frustrating your greed
and now you think because i left u my heart would bleed.
no! ..it won't bleed
as there's no more love pulse for it to feed.

and thanks!
thanks for making me stronger
bolder,
and of my heart i became a holder.
thanks for making me used to the cruel
and for teaching me how to deal with the brute
cruelty is not inside my roots
but i will bring it up because of u.

even your beautiful face is sculptured with ego
arrogance
but disguised in innocence.

i hate to feel that i have been tricked
but i have already been tricked,
by a professional illusionist
but for me..such an experience was the best
cause i considered it a disease
it really muddled this heart that was pure,
but finally i found the cure.