When I was little,
I was given two gifts.
The gift of beauty,
The gift of love,
They were placed upon my soul.
Sometimes they would seem small,
Or in some cases,
just the opposite.
But knowing i would always have them,
It was okay.
Then,
Years later,
I felt an aching pain,
Something was missing.
The love i felt turned rotten.
I had to start over.
The love I was bestowed,
Wasn't enough,
Anymore.
I needed to find a new love.
So i waited,
I watched.
I observed the happy,
And the hearbroken.
I tried.
I really did.
I looked and looked.
Searched.
Was fooled and tricked,
And very confused.
But i was wise beyond my years.
I knew that this waiting was a sign,
A sign of good to come.
Then,
After so many tears,
After so much abuse,
From the shadows,
There he was.
The match I've been searching for
We talked.
Shared our lives.
I figured out where my other half was,
How he came to be.
I began to give him my heart.
The old love that I had.
I placed in his hands.
He didnt notice,
but i did.
I didnt care if i never gained anything.
Just being in the presence,
Of this magnificent creature,
Was enough for me.
I wasnt guaranteed love back,
But i could tell he was different.
He had the same life,
The same experiences.
Where has he been all this time?
I began to grow attatched,
Feel comfortable,
I felt my soul growing on his.
As long as i was with him,
Or even thought of him,
I had all the love in the world.
The thought of loosing him,
Chilled my bones.
Almost all my love,
Was in with him.
The love didn't matter,
Only he did.
But one night,
The little love I had,
Was entirely ripped out of my soul.
By none other than,
him.
I was blindsided,
I had always been careful,
Why did i trust him.
He the began to drain the little love I had,
Straight from my soul.
But that wasnt enough.
You see,
Before me,
There was another.
She was my opposite.
A different beauty.
She possesed different eyes,
Different skin,
A different soul.
He was drawn to that soul,
But could not have it,
Until he gained the gift of love.
My gift.
Beauty was rare,
And it was extreamly rare to posesses the feeling,
Of that precious gift.
He couldent leave me with that pleasure,
So he ripped the love,
He ripped the beauty,
Right out of me,
And gave it to her.
What kills me even more,
My soul he still has,
A piece of my heart forever.
I am left shattered on the floor,
With no one to peice me back together.
And hes starting a new beginning.
My new beginning.
And hes fine,
Hes smiling with her.
And I'm here writing.
Trying to search for an answer.
Trying to make peace.
Becacuse this was the one story,
I havent learned from yet.
the story of,
him.
