complacent

end of this story

there was a girl, there was a boy,
she was broken and so was he, so they set out to fix each other,
and to love, so he told her he'd always be there.
they embraced, and loved, and so it was,
she was in his arms, and in awe at his strength and will.
it's not a fun story to write because it ended, so I'll put these words simply.
the first time he didn't promise forever, so he left, and then came back
after watching me glide around. Smooth wheels glided across the concrete, and led us back in each other's arms. I know you don't write free verse and I'm not sure if you will like this or even read it, but it's our story, I had to write it because only the good stories end unexpectedly, at cliffhangers and they make the reader and the author cry.
so for a while they were happy
but he never changes, and he tried but he failed. This time though, when he came back he promised forever, and he never promised things he never meant to keep.
so it was all okay for a while. but soon she said she wanted a future with him. she said she loved him. He laughed back at her, and after a while she started to cry, because love made her happy, and it didn't seem like he really loved her. how was that fair, though? when he first asked her out, he did like her...or so he said, so she believed him. There wasn't any reason, so I don't think that invalidated what it was when it began. when it began, it was simply love, a girl and a boy in each other's arms smiling such as the sun.
when it continued, she fell deeper, and deeper, and it seemed he did too, and then it was hard for him to be without her so it was painful.
But I choose to not speak of this anymore because when I sit in my room alone at night, I think about how I felt okay again and how I let another person in and let another person hold me and another person leave and I remember it's all my fault, and it always will be that way that he no longer loves me because it's my fault I've been abused and it's my fault I have mental problems, so this is truly my fault. I feel in deep gut wrenching love and now I am in pain, I can't feel halfway so I have to feel it all. I can't be angry and not blow up in insanity. I can't be pretty and not beautiful. I can't dislike something, I have to hate it. So I can't want to dissapear, I must want to die.
So here is the end of this love story that started out beautiful and ended too soon. Say goodbye, I'm not complacent anymore about all this.
So long, I guess you let go of my hand and forgot you even held onto it in the first place. But it's alight, I'm trying, that's why I'm still alive.