It wasn't the bad boy look or act. It wasn't the cool dude attitude. It wasn't the popularity. It wasn't the reputation. It wasn't anything like what all the pretty girls search for.
I saw what was underneath it all. I saw the soft heart and the broken soul. I saw the frown beneath the smile. I saw hurt and pain under the laughter. I saw everything you were trying to hide from the world. I saw who you really wanted to be, and who you really are behind it all.
I got the pleasure to see the kind hand and gentle touch. To hear the kind words on a soft whisper. I was privledged to see how a queen should be treated, loved and cared for. Till the day that I didn't.
Something in you grows wild. Fire burns within your eyes. Sparks fly when you smile. Your touch as gentle as a childs. While laughter rings and butterflies flutter threw space. The feelings of true happiness can't help it but they soar above the clouds.
Blinded by what I wanted, I couldn't see. I couldn't see past the deciet. I couldn't see past the charm. The high of it all was more than enough, excuses were made, and defenses held firm. I stive to protect you from the world of slander, you could do no wrong.
How could you be so cruel? How could you change so suddenly? What do I lack that they don't? What did I miss in it all? She isn't any prittier than I. She is no smarter, either. She lacks respect and any loyalty and I cant seem to make up for it all.
Do I not speak kindly? Do I not keep up my part of everything? Do I not satisfy your every need? Where have I gone wrong? Too loud, too quiet? Too alert, too spaced out? What's the flaw? I have to know now!
What you meant to me, I'll never mean to you. I had your six, that ride or die bitch. Time I spent, you went and split. The games came with pain. Now I must see, that loving you wasnt so easy. With every step was another wound, with every step was doom too.
My Love, you must know that my intentions were pure. Though now I must let you go, the toxins burn in my soul. How could such warmth grow so cold? Now I know, what I meant to you was nothing in comparison to what you meant to me. My Love.
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Hay Collins
Love. Faith. Happiness. Family. Artist, Writer, Photographer.
I write short stories and poetry of bits and pieces of my life as I navagate my way through it each and every day. I also tend to write other scribble.
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I'm lying here next to my soul dog and reading this hits home for me. The feelings are real and heartfelt. The idea of "it's just a pet" is ridiculous. Your piece conveys their importance in our lives.