Wednesday, March 20, 2013

What She Had

She's not that girl
But she's been crying herself to sleep every night
Not that she feels alone
she cries with feer
with sorrow
with anguish untouchable
and no one even knows.
Not a soul
The ache that fills her soul when she knows that one day, you'll belong to someone
Not her
The bitterness of each memory
She opens a book and a picture falls
Sending her to a self inflicted hell
She's tried to numb the pain but it comes
Each waking moment
And what's worse
sleep won't come to her
the moment her head rests on the pillow you fill her thoughts
Sweet memories that slowly kill her
She checks up on you
Hopes your happy
But she dies knowing that you've moved on
That you don't cry like she does
Because even though you loved her like no one else ever had.
She can't bring you back
People talk about true love
I thought I used to know what it meant
even when we were
I thought I knew
Knew that we needed more
but now
This girl knows
She really did have it.
I had you.
That's why I cry

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