#2

By Xentric

I guess my problem is misunderstanding Misguiding? Misinterpretation? Or is it that truth that haunts me, Nags at me, Carries away my confidence, All I could say is I love you, And all I got is a ditto, And a “please believe me” “This is me not you” “I really care for you” “There’s nobody else” “This is all for the better” But I suppose That’s what I deserve, And that’s exactly what I got, I watched as the streams of sorrow filled my face, And I watched as you walked away, As you left I cried, After you had explained to me, That it was you, And not my fault, But how could I feel it? How could I breathe it? And most importantly, How could my heart stop it? Any of it, Some of it, All of it. For it was you that I loved, And wanted, Rather needed, I was always here, And always open, For anything and everything that you needed, But now, I close it all off, And sit in the darkness of reality, And the truth of us, Or rather, The past of us, I say farewell, And bid my good-byes, A fond wave to the past, A wonderful few months eh? All sorts of happy I suppose, Completely, Stupidly, Utterly, Totally, And sometimes wonderfully in love, I would give it all up again, Or so I think, Or so I have already, And yet it still isn’t good enough, Or still isn’t able enough, To save what I had, And what I wanted, And we tried, I never doubted that, Or rather would believe otherwise But that’s not good enough, And not strength enough Fulfilling enough as well, So here I am, Bearing my soul to you, Once again, And once and for all, Left without anything else to say but… Te amo