Living a Life Without Love, But In Loving Life, I Live.

DeeDoe
3 min readAug 13, 2021
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To live without love, sounds so empty and hollow;

From the depths of the shadows, long regrets I must swallow.

Following closely behind, stumbles in my pride;

For all these things I know, I must allow to subside.

Otherwise, what room would there be?

No longer filled with thoughts of you and me.

To fill a space, to make it void,

to ignore a problem, or feel annoyed?

The suffering endured, was not from you;

I too was at that altar and had said, I do.

Had I been stronger and more aware,

Punishing you, I would not have dared.

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We both made mistakes, there’s no doubt in that,

I’d say you were skinny, while you argued you were fat.

You’d try to tell me I was cute, when I would argue it’s more like chubby

To think I wanted a wifey, and you, a hubby.

But while we think we can so easily see,

All the faults that exist between you and me.

There’s one thing that we’ll always have in common,

Ironically following in the steps of Ted and Robin.

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We thought we could complete each other,

Almost convinced we needed one another.

But what we now know, what we should have done,

Instead of wanting someone, when we felt so undone.

We should have been more grateful of the blessings we had in life,

Then maybe I would have known better, how to love you as my wife.

And, perhaps when you look back at the actions deserving reprimand,

You would have had more faith in me to be the right kind of man.

So as we part ways, let us not forget what matters most,

To ourselves of whom we‘d want to raise a toast.

Let us raise a glass and appreciate what’s to come,

We left a cold world that made our hearts feel numb.

Be free of all the former strife, exude a confidence that none can dispel,

Cheers! To this wonderful life, who always knows how to treat us so well.

The OG Chillpanda Est. 2007

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DeeDoe

Everyone is necessarily the hero of their own life story.