It’s 10:18,
another long day,
another lonely night,
and I just cried for no reason...
Well obviously there's
always
a reason.
and I guess the reason is...
that I don't know what to do.
I feel trapped.
I don't want my life to be this
twisted-up "love" story
anymore
because
its become more of a pathetic tragedy
than anything else
completely different than anything I had ever imagined
going into this over a year ago...
And I guess the truth is...
that I can't play this charade anymore
and I can't pretend that there's
any
reason
that I should forgive you for
anything
that you did.
I can't pretend that I don't still
hurt
sometimes, and
I can't pretend that sometimes my heart doesn't still l
o
n
g for you,
confused about what happened, why you are suddenly gone, and what this means: having so many wonderful memories together and now having
nothing
not even words for each other.
Well I've taken some time
and I've listened to
my heart; it tells
me
to let you
go.
Go.
I can't
be with you
anymore.
I can't be
in love with you
anymore
I can't give you
a third chance.
Second chances are all that I've got
and I'm sorry that you ruined your last shot but
I'm cashed out, I'm done, you
have met my threshold for emotional abuse so c
o
n
g
r
a
t
u
l
a
t
i
o
n
s
.
...I want to find somebody better
But that seems close to impossible
You were the best I ever had
So respectful-and-kind-and-nice-and-sweet
You never asked for more
than I
could
give
But I gave you too much anyway because that's just how I was...
But and the end of the day, you genuinely cared.
Its more difficult than you would think
to find someone who has truly good intentions.
That truly just... cares.
Even though
I
never
ripped you apart, the way you tore at my hope
I
never cheated like you did
I
didn't
hide things like you did
Sometimes its still hard,
to believe that I deserve better
Because like I said, you were
the best I ever
had
You treated me better
than anyone else ever has
So I wonder if
I will ever find someone who
will really treat me
right...
I like to believe that I am
good
I like to believe that I
am worth it...
But right now,
staring at this screen,
remembering you
remembering us,
and wondering just where we went wrong...
I don't know.
I was experimenting with different ways of placing words. Its not my best poetic work , I just vented to the computer, but I think it becomes more interesting with the way the words are placed and such..