Words are never wasted

Sometimes in life no matter how hard you try somethings were never meant to be for when love has died hate will take its place causing the connection you had to become infected turning what you had very toxic, poisoning you and everything you come in contact with, causing you to die a very slow and painful death.

Words are never wasted

I just wanted you to know that you really 

hurt my feelings the other day when you 

said for me "not to waste my words on

you" just as a tear begin to form in the corner 

of my eye while the pain coming from my heart

told me that it was hurting and broke again 

but this time it is not for you but instead what 

you said, you see I very much do believe that 

words are never wasted on anything or 

anybody no matter who or what they have 

been written for and in fact are very special 

and dear as they mean so very much

to me, for every single drop of Ink that I spill 

across all of the pages on all the paper of my 

life's story carry within the lines the very

the essence of who I am, filled with all of my inner

feelings and core emotions that are coming

from deep down inside of me, where my heart 

keeps on always telling secrets to my lonely 

soul and back and forth, for I am a Poet or 

what you may call a dreamer and I can speak 

straight from my heart and I am always listening

to what my soul needs to say while always 

searching for those special people who can 

touch both and you dear have come so very 

close indeed, but I am very sorry that I must 

leave you now and bid you adieu, after all these 

years of trying to make this relationship work one

that has been filled with so much love, hate, 

fighting, and forgiving it is finally time that we 

both turn and walk away from each other with 

neither one of us to blame. I hope and pray for 

you that one day soon you will finally find who 

or what you have been always looking for we 

both know it was never me as you have always 

found the grass was always greener with someone

else, and then maybe I can find the one who I am

always hearing calling out to me whispering my 

name the one whom I can love and who will love

me back in return, believe me when I say that you

and I will always have some sort of a connection 

between our hearts, minds, and souls for you and 

I have been through hell and back and walked 

through the valley of death with each one another

and each other's demons and even felt as if we 

were close to heaven a time or two, through all of 

the pain and anger from our broken hearts as we 

helped one another pick up the pieces some of 

them got mixed up leaving each other a piece of 

one another's heart to be carried always through 

forever until the ends of time as one time strangers, 

friends, enemies, and even sometimes lovers, 

never to love again.                 

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.

A Poet's Journey

A Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020