He could make my day,
I had a constant fear he was gay.
I had to stay up to pray,
But I just wanted him to stay.
He left,
Ignored me and left,
His voice was low on the bass cleft,
The final blow left me without breath.
We talked more than 2 months ago,
I found out he's plastic like a Lego,
I want him to stay but I need him to go.
I find myself thinking bout him then I let it go.
I wonder what would've happened,
If he never ever would've happened.
Why was he a thin as a napkin?
When anything real blackens.
I thought I loved him,
it felt like he put me high on a limb.
I should've known when his eyes looked grim,
and his replies got more dim.
I was told "time will heal the pain."
But why is pain as cold as rain?
Why did I let this other person take the reins?
I can't help but sometimes scratch my brain.
I don't want him back now,
I've found a new 'high" and I don't have to bow.I don't feel like an ugly cow,
I can't help but wonder why and how.
But it's over and I'm glad,
I found out he was just BAD.
He rarely made me mad.
Now he doesn't make me sad.
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Finished May 19th 2014 (5-19-14)
Freshman year about Dylan.
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