By Christine Demerath
You danced around me,
And I danced around you,
Then a third person enters our game,
And I see that this wasn't a game after all,
I wish that we would have seen,
What was there all along,
The passion that burned inside our hearts,
The love we could have shared,
But it's gone now,
A chance to love,
You saw who I was when I kissed you or did you kiss me,
That cold Antarctic summer day,
And you mistook it as what I am now,
I've changed,
Can't you see,
That I've changed, that I'm not the same,
It shows as bright as night and day,
Don't you understand how deeply I love you,
The monster you see isn't the same person,
That stands in front of you today,
That the monster may have never existed,
That I never meant to hurt anyone,
That even though I thought I didn't care,
I still did deep down inside,
That if I didn't I won't be feeling the pain I do now or the
pain I felt
then,
That I taught myself to hide in a protective little shell,
So that I won't be able to fall,
Fall back into love,
Just to see that every so bitter hate in their once love-filled
eyes or
their sweet innocent lives slip away,
Haunting me countless nights,
Sending me spinning back into the endless pit of my shattered
heart,
Into the black abyss some might call a soul,
Back into the cycle that I can not help but repeat.
The idea that love concurs all beats deep within my small,
black, barley
beating heart,
The idea that someday I'll break free,
And meet you again,
Hoping that you've found time to forgive, but not forget,
The man you once loved,
The man that will never stop loving you,
No matter what you do,
Remy Lebeau.