It is hard to understand
I cant really explain why
The storm is gone
but the image is still there
The fire is turned out
but the scars are still in pain
I didn't drown but I still cant breath
That's what it does,
it doesn't destroy you
and it stops
but it leaves the memory
The way I see it
Its over
so I HAVE to let go of the past
and let the memory

You know how in the cartoons
The main character has,
When making a decision.
A devil and an angel
On either shoulder

Well, lately
I think that I have one
But my story has to go back..

I've always had my angel
Since I was little.
But it wasn't until high school
Where I met my devil

He impacted my life hugely.
Then my angel started to fall
for this devil.

I know it sounds cheesy
But my angel knew
that he was a devil
But she chose to sit back
And see where he leads

Angel eventually fell in love.
With what she knew about the devil
And she didn't question it.

Then our story takes an interesting turn-
The devil left.
Abruptly, without a word
The angel was devastated

She didn't know what to do.
She was stuck

She sat and tried to figure
Out what she had to do.
She picked herself up
And simply moved on.

But it's not as it was that simple.
She still though of the devil
Every single day.
Whether it be intentional
Or not.
She still cringed at the thought
Of him doing the same thing to someone else.
Someone else falling to his charms
She still wept.
She still fell apart.

*But my angel is still there

Hate it when
You fall apart


Peice
By
Peice

I am stubborn.
There I said it.
Are you happy??

I have given up
I can't.
No more.
*I can't