We were like fireworks, only a show.
We shot up so fast, down was the only other place to go.
We came down and crashed, into too many pieces to pick up.
In the end all I could think of was how much shit I was sick of.
But our love was beautiful, and so were you.
In anger I said some things, but none of them were true.
You were my lover, but also my best friend.
And maybe later on in life we'll meet up again.
For now, I wish you the best.
I wish you luck in romance, and plenty of success.
I hope you grow up to be the man I know you can be.
The only thing I ask, is please don't forget about me.
I hope you remember me with a smile on my face.
In my heart you will always have a place.
Grow old, live a good life!
I hope you have plenty of kids, and a beautiful wife.
Wounds heal, and sometimes it'll still hurt.
Our love was beautiful, like fireworks.
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Better & Worse
PoetryA collection of poems about my love, my heartache, and the moments in-between. Please vote and comment!