The Box

Plagued

A/N: This is about my first love. It was a journey of about 2 years, and in the end, I was left with nothing. Well, I'm sure you'll figure out more of the story through my other account, or maybe through this poem. I hope you like this poem. It's really true.

The poem before this? That's about my current guy (I don't use the term boyfriends, he's hardly a boy)... our relationship is on a bumpy road at the moment so I need to express myself some way.

Anyway.. too much chatting there...

PLAGUED

Every night, you plague me,

You seep into my dreams,

Every night, I see your face,

And when I wake up,

It breaks me.

Is this what it feels like to crash and burn? To really cry?

Was this always intention; let me lay down and die?

My world without you sometimes feels alright,

Until the darkness settles and it becomes night,

But did you really begin knowing I'd end up broken up,

Are you proud of yourself now you've torn me up?

And you know you'd stay in my memories, will you ever fade?

All that's left is the pain from the memories you made.

Aren't you man enough to say sorry?

If only you'd tell me you were sorry.

I used to call you 'my complusive destructive' you see,

And if it'll be death of me then let it be,

Didn't think you'd lead me on and drop me after that journey,

But you did and I was left to crash and burn and here I lay,

You let me believe you loved me like I loved you,

And what I remember, I can't remember if all I saw was true,

It's a good job new love was stud by the closed door,

But you're still everywhere I am and what's more...

You aren't man enough to say sorry?

Well I'm sorry now...

Every night, you plague me,

You seep into my dreams,

Every night, I see your face,

And when I wake up,

You break me.

Again.