Death of a fine romance

Death of a fine romance
~
I had held onto my heart
For as long as humanly possible
But eventually I had to let go
The lonely nights I faced
The times I saw those I liked
Those I believed I may love
Slip beyond my reach
Each night had took its toll
Either they had found someone else
Or rejected my advances
How my heart hurt then cried
Each and every night
How could I keep the pretence
That I was ok with love
When love was absent to me
Eventually the lonely nights
They became too much
Eventually the breaking heart
More than I cared to contend with
Now I am sitting here alone
Drinking to mourn a loss
The death of a fine romance

poem by Matthew Holloway
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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