Romantic Torment

What is my romantic torment?

It is the wine that has lost its flavor. It is the food that nourishes me not. It is the feeling of being completely and utterly alone even amidst a crowd of companions. It is each dull and lifeless day that passes, uneventful and unchanged, without her – my true and only. It is laying in bed half awake and half asleep while tossing and turning, and when sleep comes I’m plagued with nightmares of how unprotected and vulnerable she feels without me. I yearn to be at her side as a moth is drawn to a flame. My soul is as parched as a desert, and only she will quench my insatiable thirst.

Till then, my arms remain empty. I am the protector of no one. I am a soul mate to no one. I am but a shadow awaiting light. All of this and more is my romantic torment. And it is worth enduring, and so I do, for the day I find her.

~  Romantic Torment, 2008

© 2008 by G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)

You have no idea of the torment that rages within my breast. How I wish I could just tear it out of this flesh, and forsake it as so many women have done to me before. How I wish I could silence the voices and emotional torrent that spirals inside me. But I cant. I wont. To do so would forsake myself, and reduce everything I am to dust. And I’d rather perish from this world before I ever up on myself again.

Yet I’m alone. I walk without you. I hope for you even though I have no idea if you’re even still out there my beautiful. Are you longing for me as badly as I am you right now? Is your soul in such pain that tears fall unabashed from your delicate face? I’m searching for you, but I can’t see you. The shadows hide you. The moonlight is too faint to catch your face. I’m right behind you. Turn around and hold me. I will never let go. Heaven and Hell, let it all be damned and undone, but I won’t let you go. FIND ME. LISTEN FOR ME. I’m weeping over the absence of you….

*falls to the ground in tears clutching a black rose with red petal tips*