Three years ago, we met at a place in town.
I was shy, lost, and waiting to be found.
I gave you my whole heart,
But you threw it out to sea.
As the rough waves crashed into me
And what we were supposed to be.
I let my guard down, to let you in.
And you brightened my life, made my head spin.
We broke down barriers, disregarded the rules.
And we made sure that neither of us looked like fools.
You gave your heart to some other guy,
And pursued it since you thought you were sly.
But as the rumors spread, and became more clear,
The girl I held so close to me, wasnt so dear.
I began putting the pieces together to solve this crime,
and your ******* love ran out of time.
I clasped my fists, drove them into walls.
Determined to drain my sorrows with alcohol.
Scream until my throat screached,
Prayed on my knees to what the pastor preached.
Lost my mind, gain more fears.
Lost so much hope, as they fell like tears.
I never knew that one section of my life would be so consumed
With thoughts of negative actions, as I lay in my room.
And as I finally said goodbye, and lost all feeling.
You fished for me back, and kept the cast reeling.
I was 17, naive and stupid.
And little old me, thought I was struck by cupid.
You took my heart, and pounded it into shreads.
And when I wanted a simple explanation, you fled.
Who know something so simple would be such a chore?
Especially from someone you used to adore.
But now I'm on my own two feet, ready to see.
The future that's so bright, wild and free.
I don't need you, and your lies.
Actually, youre someone I grew to despise.
And here I am writing on this paper,
That i'm finally fine, never doing better.
Three years ago, we met at a place in town,
And I thank God everyday that you're not around.

As I sit here and wonder, "what did I do wrong?",

I hold back the words in my throat that I held for so long.

And I turn over the page in my mind where you once were,

To something that I wrote down, of the words you never heard.

I was your 'only one'; your 'soulmate'; you 'wife'.

Until you slit my trusts and heart with a dull knife.

And I bled for days, days since you hurt me dear,

Even though everything, one year later, is still unclear.

I know I don't love you, even though it was questioned some days,

And now I'm left here, still bleeding and so afraid, of the mess, the big ******* mess that you made.

I don't want you back, nor do I need you here.

But sometimes, I wish the storm would clear.

And all the insecurities I once held close would go away,

And all the hurt I hold in my heart would go astray.

I normally don't feel this incomplete, over a simple mess;

I normally pick myself up, and be filled with forgiveness.

But this time, as I turn that page in my mind,

I rip out the page of you and me, and put it aside.

And I pull out a red match, and drench the page with gasoline,

And burn those sweet memories, along with the words I will never speak.