The Extra Mile
Still you couldn’t love me like I loved you
The Extra Mile
I ran that extra mile for you.
My feet heavy, my breath torn.
Still, your eyes were stone,
still, your hands held nothing for me.
I gave you hours that burned from my skin.
The silence swallowed all my songs.
You looked away
as if the world was brighter elsewhere,
you never saw how I lit my own sky for you.
I asked the night for mercy,
but the stars would not answer.
They knew what I refused to see,
that love cannot be carved from absence.
I broke my voice against your walls.
My words fell like rain on cold glass.
You stayed dry and untouched,
while I drowned in what I carried.
I thought devotion could bend the tide,
but the water kept its course.
The river ran away from me,
and you let it go without a word.
I ran that extra mile for you.
My body a prayer you never read.
Still, I could not make you love me,
and now I walk alone with nothing but truth.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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You've really captured the ache of giving everything and realising love can’t be forced. Beautifully written, even in its heartbreak. 💔