I was your close ear
And every beat of your heart-
Was all I could hear-
Especially when yours fell apart.

I was your shoulder to cry on-
When the light is bleak-
And the people are long gone-
as your eyes slowly leak.

I was the one to push your back
When the swings stood still-
I cheered you on as you ran track-
and I replaced your happy pill.

I wiped your crocodile tears
When you were alone-
And had no comforting peers-
I held you on a throne.

I became your comforting pillow-
The one you could rest your head-
Softening the surrounding willows-
Acting as your replacement bed.

Your first hug sketched my memory-
Of jagged pain and clear discomfort-
On the fourteenth of February-
As I first held you when you were hurt

I made you the centre of my world-
With the thought that we'd last-
And with rocks and insults hurled-
We finally became the past.

I treated you with respect-
Yet you treated me like dirt-
I never knew what I'd expect-
From one who's never really hurt.

We went our separate ways-
We found and laid our path-
I never have remembrance days-
Where I remember your laugh.

You were a diamond in my eye-
That broke under the pressure-
And with every unruly lie-
You begged me for a loving gesture.

It wasn't love, nor was it affection-
We treated each others false ideals-
We were slowly each others infection-
And things fade as paint peels.

It was never a story of love-
It was a tale of two people-
Who finally said ENOUGH!!
and decided not to write a sequel.