What was she like?
Even I don't really know.
The memories have long since faded ever since I let her go.
Of course theres things here and there that remind me of the times we shared.
Even so, she's no longer mine, so I dare not try to find out what's hidden behind my lie.
To be honest, and to be Frank, I never once got rid of the thought that she's mine.
I didn't do it all for nothing.
I climbed those high mountains- cause I'm not bluffing when I say loosing you, made me feel like I had nothing.
Gone, vanished, the thought of a happily ending, damaged.
Broken- almost beyond repair, whether or not it was fair, I really dont care.
I just wish I was better.
Maybe then you would of stayed.
But you didn't, you left me and my heart, broken and afraid.
You even came back with story's of grand.
All these new figures but not a word of real amends.
You went on and on, made me feel special.
I thought, I had another chance, I could finally earn my new medal.
Alas, I was mistaken, apparently I didn't get the memmo.
What we "had".
It was temporary, short and for your amusement.
You didn't want me, and I knew that, even so I let myself believe it wouldn't of been too bad.
But oh was I mistaken, your words may of been short, but the blade was long.
It peirced my heart and played a malicious song.
Even so, I don't blame you, I'm not upset, it was my fault for becoming so obsessed.
The thought of it working out, and you staying, it sounded like heaven, I wanted it so bad that I jumped without question.
Unfortunately for me I wasn't caught and raised up.
I fell deeper and deeper and took a nice little short cut.
I ended up in hell, a place I was already headed, I just needed that final blinding jump to make sure my stay was extended.
So now here I am, truly lonely, waiting for my hope to return, my true one and only.
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Poems For The Soul & Thoughts For The Mind
PoetryA trip in to my mind, filled with poetry and odd thoughts. By the way some of things I think may be kind of out landish, just warning you. Also a lot of what I write is depressing. *potential trigger warning*