How do you fall out of love? And why
does it have to be so dramatic…the action of
falling alone implies a dangerous moment of
being dis-placed, to fall out of love.
I don’t know if I was ever in love, really.
I’m not sure if I had ever crossed through those
blazing gates of romantic glory, sure that I
ever even gave my heart, as so many love songs
will imply. I don’t know if I ever truly
knew he was the one, or that God and destiny
marked us each with a kiss of love for each
other, to always be together united like a
tsunami wave unites with the sea. I’m not
sure if I ever lived these passionate symbols of
LOVE. Yet in the aftermath of my
experience, left in the bay of rubble after a
storm…I do feel like I am falling. In
fact, since the moment our relational storm had
ended, I have not ceased from “falling” out of
my own substance, searching frantically for
something great to catch me and let my broken
body know it still had worth. “Please!”
I cried, as the cold wind gusted through my hair
and froze the tears in my eyes. “Let me
know I’m still worth it! Tell me my life
still has meaning and I’ll breathe again!”
I fell for a long time, spiraling,
spinning, whirling endlessly off my own cliff of
well-being, until finally…it all came to a final
startling end. POP! Onto the ground
I landed. There were no warm arms to catch
me, no soft voice to sing me back to life, no
music to fill my silent void. All the
fairy tales whirled ceaselessly through my mind,
of one that would kiss me and bring my broken
heart back to life, or search for me through
every city until he found me locked in my cold
little room. But as time passed, my limbs
grew stiff, my breath grew faint. My hope
that once sprung in me each morning seemed to
slowly drain from my mind. The sun grew
cold and distant behind the looming clouds
above, and a silence fell in my lonely ears as
my heart sang its final song…that my prince’s
woman…his lover…had finally died.
Waking Up To a Beautiful Reality
The princess aka my prince’s lover, did in
fact die that day, but don’t be alarmed!
Though this scene above may sound quite tragic,
not everything is as it initially seems.
See, this is not the end to this story but
actually a wonderful beginning. Our
heroine, the princess, actually comes back to
life! The air was cold and
windy on my face. Inside me, my heart had
indeed died but my soul was determined to live.
My mind rolled with images of my life, my
family, my friends, the color of the grass and a
moment when my kind garden teacher died. I
saw clips of times where I held loved ones near
and times when I pushed them away. I saw
millions of moments in a flash of opportunities
I simply didn’t take.
In a shocking moment, air came back to my
lungs. I opened my eyes and saw the sky.
I breathed the air and got up from the ground
and stood, stretching up high. He stood up
high upon the cliff, looking over the edge in
surprise. So slowly I climbed that
mountain side, one step at a time. I
scuffed my feet and hurt the whole time,
dreaming with each passing moment of when he
would hold me in his arms.
I was crawling now, exhausted to the point of
almost giving up. I reached the final edge
of the hill and crawled up the last hard
stretch. I opened my eyes, wiping the
sweat from my face and looked with all hope to
see if he would still be there, but he was gone.
“No” I whispered under my gasping breath as I
crawled to the grassy place he once stood.
He was nowhere to be found. I could hardly
breathe as the shock filled my body. What
became of my lover, my friend? Where did
he go, the one who would fight darkness itself
for me and hold me through the harshest storm?
DARK ROMANTIC POETRY - CONTINUED
My heart cried, deep and full, brimming with
love so rich it broke inside of me. The
blood poured over me, soaking my clothes and
drenching the ground below. I looked down
and watched my hearts’ blood flow, warm when I
touched it, curious to see. It was red,
bright flowing red, for all blood glows red when
The pains finally dripped away. I
looked over the edge of the world from where I
had just fallen. Crimson blue waters met
my eyes. I watched for a moment at the
rising tide, its passion beating endlessly
across the desert ground as if desperately
trying to bring the dry ground back to life.
I took one last breath and went to jump.
A voice called out in the closing night. I
turned to see my new lovers’ eyes. His
clothes were torn and his skin was battered, his
smile just a broken trace of hope.
I stood still, the ocean tide calling me, the
wind tossing me nearer and nearer to the cliffs’
edge. “Oh Sweet One, Breathless Wonder,
how I have searched for you when I saw you
fall.” He came to me, falling on his
knees, looking up into my eyes with longing.
“Give your sweet broken heart to me.”
The night was soft as embers light, the moon
full and ripe. The stars sang melodies of
love's magnificent fight. My broken heart
was beating deep, my love as rich as the sky.
I traced his brow gently as he rose to meet
my gaze. We held onto each other and
shared one undying kiss. The blue wisps of
my dress enwrapped us and backwards we fell into
the oceans’ mysterious bliss.