With a tear steaked face I'm still able to love you,
No matter how much hell you put me through.
It's like you have some sort of control over me.
Yet, You know as a bird, I am free.

No one gets me to do what they want me to,
Except for you.
You've even said I don't listen,
Yet I do what I can to please you.

Life's road is long and bumpy,
Nothing like the one you gave me.
Our days together were smooth and timeless,
Just as the smiles spread across our faces.

You and me,
Some would say "Meant To Be."
I wish that were true,
Because as you know, I do love you.

But you say "We're Just Friends,"
Yet at times it seemed so much closer.
So much that I gave my all,
And thought I did my best.

I thought I had you,
But your mind was somewherelse.
Not with us,
And nowhere in sight.

Everytime I felt your touch,
Everytime I heard you breathe,
I never thought it would end,
And only be me.

Though, I see you alot,
I still don't think you know what you did to me.
You said you're sorry,
But do you know how deep the wounds are?

Not only did you leave them open,
But when they started to heal,
You ripped them open again,
Leaving me full of pain.

Countless nights I cried myself to sleep,
Wondering what I really am to you.
Just hoping a hint of everything,
Was acctually true.

I've argued with you the most,
And everytime after, I go running back to you.
Because it's you I trust,
It's you, I guess, I love.

11/20/2010

Author's Note: So much goes into growing up. Love, pain, lust, but it's sometimes all too much to take in. This is true, to an extent, or atleast on my end of things.

Posted on 11/20/2010
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