poetry ;; typical_writers

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In the beginning, you were like everybody else.

Another face, another meaningless siloutee, I could not fathom.

Your interest in me took off and you were determined.

Your goal was me, I can't say I know why, but it was.

Everyday, talking, never to an end.

But things took a turn, and sadness came in.

Your depression took over and you changed.

That once meaningless siloutee turned into a crying face.

I realized how much you meant to me.

You were my everything,

and I had to be there for you.

Through everything.

Your problems are countless, but so are mine.

Then we did something I swore we would never do.

We fell in love.

And even though we were problems, our love was a hideaway.

It helped.

I couldn't Controll how I felt for you, strong and misguided. I had given in.

Why were you such an addicting soul?

Your problems got worse, and I saw you less.

You thought that not talking to me, would help me not to worry about you.

But now that's all I do, worry.

I know just exactly what you are capable of, and it scares me to think.

I hope my imagination didn't get the best of me, and your just gone because of another reason.

Because I really miss you, and I hope your not gone forever.