:cry: But like magic...it could all be just an illusion.
See I thought it was my destiny
made to love him
my lips to kiss him
you know... like Levert said.
Stupid silly lies filling my head
because now I don't know what connects us
deep understanding or some funny kinda lust..
According to this man
This man who I built my dreams around
because he let me and let me believe my
foundations where solid
he considers me old news
A dull gold medallion resting agianst his
shiny new platinum chain
He wishes now NOT to trace the outlines of my
love...that same love that kept him sane
that same love that was his better half
that same love...but
NOW his desire is to run his hands across the passion
of another woman.
What has that **** done for him?
There is no answer.
This is what nothing feels like.
I'm tired. Tired. Tired. TIRED.
The energy that I put into this man
has me wasted away.
I'm love drained.
and I don't understand how I allowed myself to
love someone SO deeply, yet so blindly.
This isn't fair.
I deserve better....
not the trophy..but could I atleast get a
ribbon for good merit or something?
This isn't a poem...its pity...
Pity that doesn't rhyme...
Thank you Tres.
On another note, you know whats funny...when you go back and read something you wrote on a whim...that little bit of crying I did in this poem...wasn't that just a little bit melodramatic...had me lauging when I read it twice...