I am serious.
My heart had been ripped in two.
Like there is an empty hole in my chest.
That has never been there before.
And it will never heal.
Because now I know.
That he never really loved me.
Only so he could impress.
His real love.
I still love him.
And I miss him.
But part of me.
Wants him to die.
I know it is wrong.
But he deserve it.
He cheated.
On me.
For her.
And got what he wanted.
He got her.
And part of my heart left with him.
So now I cry.
On on my pillow.
Holding my teddy that he wom for me.
The only reminder.
That we were together.
I want to throw it away.
But can't make myself do it.
I wonder if he is out with her.
Hugging her.
Kissing her.
Forgetting all about me.
And as I look out my window.
I wonder if he would notice if I die.
I decided that he would.
Maybe it was the end.
Not just for the relationship.
But for me also.
Probaly not.
Love is a horrible thing.
It kills almost everyone.
I walk over ot my desk.
And write a note to him.
Expressing my feelings.
So he would know.
How much he hurt me.
Then I fold it up and adress it to him.
Then I write a letter to my friend.
Then my family.
I wisper my goodbyes to myself.
Pick up a knife.
Then I am gone.
Then I am floating.
Wearing all white.
I was in a church.
But no one noticed me.
My body hurt.
I wanted to scream.
So I did.
As loud as I could.
Then he looked my way.
But heh didn't see me.
I was dead.
An angel.
He had said I was an angel.
And now I really was.
He turned back.
And placed a red rose an a coffen.
My coffen.
My death.
Someone gave him a piece of paper.
My note.
He read it slowly.
Then stared back at my coffen.
He understood my pain.
But he didn't show it.
He started to walk.
Right towards me.
He went right through me.
I tried to grab his arm.
I wanted to fell warm against him once more.
But he just slipped away.
Tears streamed down my face.
I lived for a couple onths.
Up in the sky.
Watching my friends.
And my family.
But I could never find where he was.
 Elmo and Friend · Sat Dec 08, 2007 @ 10:12pm · 0 Comments |
