As those of old tried to change lead into gold, she melded emotions in the raw.
Fear manipulated and formed from love,
light became dark and feelings lost.
Taken and twisted, bent and misformed
as she played with the very depths of his soul. Then like a witch her work was done the gold in him was all but dulled. She left him soft she left him cold. Only lead where once was gold

I woke up
with a thought of you-
so uproarious
it woke up
the whole neighborhood,
so wild it made me
sit up on my bed
at 3 a.m
coughing up storms-
and such thoughts
are enough to burn the house down.
I look up at the ceiling-
my breath jittery
and spine-less,
and the ceiling says
she's sick and tired
of hearing me
mumble your name in my sleep

in the quiet time of evening
when the stars assume their patterns
and the day has made its journey
and we wondered what just happened
to the life we knew
before the world changed
when not a thing i had
was true
but you were kind to me
and you reminded me
that whatsoever its bound to change
there are other things that matter
and what is simple needs protecting
or my illusions all would shatter
but you stayed
in my corner
the only world i know was upside-down
and so were yours
but you stayed
and now the world and me
we know you carry me
'm not as good as i thought i was
'm not the boy i used to be because
you show me something different
you show me something pure
i always seemed so certain
but i was really never sure
but you stayed
and you called me again my name
where did i hide it all these time
when others did walk away on me
but you made me look through
and you stayed
but you stayed
@manauwer

It's not about forgetting her,
Or hating her,
Ignoring her,
It's not about not wanting her...

It's not about being rude,
To her or about her,
It's about finding to accept,
That she's not yours...

It's not about the lying,
The crying,
The betrayal,
It's not about your little broken soul...

It's not about how many girls,
You go through to get over her,
Or how it "doesn't matter" 'cause,
They're "just not her"...

It's about accepting that,
It's always going to hurt,
She's never coming back,
And being okay with that...

You learn to be okay with,
Feeling breathless when she talks,
Even though you know,
You've no right to say so...

You learn to be okay with,
Her not sparing a second glance,
Because that way she cannot tell,
How your heart is pounding fast...

You learn to be okay with,
Wanting but not getting,
And hating every soul,
That she allows touching her...

It's not about not wanting her,
Or your broken little soul,
It's all about accepting that,
She's never going to be yours...

@manauwer