This Is My Last Cry

by Lola "Akua" Thompson


Today I realized...
That while I was chasing after your heart
I began losing my soul
I let loneliness and heartache take control

Then it came to me
That it was no longer about "WE"
Just a realization that, 
I wasn't really loving "ME"

So now my eyes are dry
And I can't keep counting
The hours without you
As they roll on by

This is my last cry

You know I never really knew
I could love the way I loved you
Unencumbered by fear 
Never felt the feelings you gave me
Through and through
This time...I chose not to hide
Left myself open wide 
Open wide...
But now it's gone
The oneness we shared
You've left my side
Broken my heart and bruised my pride

You another woman has mad a home
In your heart 
Someone from who you can't seem to part

So, this is my last cry

Some days it has seemed there were only lows
Never feeling the highs anymore
Days when the absence of "US"
Made me just want to die...
Just die
It has hurt me so deeply 
That the truest love I ever gave 
Was accompanied and laced with so very many lies,
So many lies

But now, this is my last cry

My phone no longer rings
With you anxious to sip words of love
From my lips...
Like sweet mellow wine
Merlot was what I think we shared together one night
Sipping and laughing with inhibitions out of sight
Just us two under the moon
Drunk with 
Trust
Love
And the thick sticky bond of togetherness

I...I mean my heart mourns for the faith
And courage necessary to make us be
The openness necessary for you to love me
Truly
To connect again
Or maybe for you not again 
But, for the first time

What I do know is that
You my love,
You don't even love YOU
So of course you couldn't love me
That would just be pure insanity
Which...is what I feel some days now
When I try to sort out how we got here
From there...

I can no longer hurt myself by asking 
WHY?

I just know that this is my last cry

For now I will just say so long
Maybe not for good 
But for now...
Because of
Sleepless nights 
And mornings where I can not breathe
Because the reality of my beds emptiness
Is due to your arms being wrapped around
Another
My bed is cold because of your desire
For your new lover
Oh my God, I pray for divine cover
Because this is tearing me apart
When I think of you and her
I feel daggers in my heart
This is a physical pain
Deep, so very Deep
And piercing
That is no lie
And so to save myself
To save my life
Truly because with the duality of this
Each day...
I feel as if I am dying now...
This has got to be my Last Cry


This Is My Last Cry by Lola "Akua" Thompson

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