Perfection is just an ideal, love is not conventional.

by gemma   Jul 21, 2005


If were not meant to be why does my hand fit in yours.
If we aren’t created for each other why do our bodies fit so perfect?
Why does your name circle my head?
Without you a part of me is dead.
I know you feel the same.
Don’t deny it, don’t feel shame.
Many doubted,
Many disagreed,
We vowed to prove them wrong.
To be best friends, as well as lovers.
How stupid and wrong.
What was wrong with me?
We should have been friends.
Ok, so I wouldn’t have felt your all consuming love,
Known I am special and I mean something,
But right now I don’t feel any of that,
All I feel is pain,
A pain I can’t blame on anyone other than myself.
This love is too dangerous but we have come too far.
We can’t escape.
Like swimming in tar; making this love work.
Explain to me,
Make me see.
We were so right,
How could it have gone so wrong?
Did we change?
Was I mean?
Where we wrong?
Was it all bad?
I don’t know the answers!
All I know is that night.
All I can think is that night,
All I can remember are those words.
Those words I knew you truly meant.
Those words made me whole.
You made me whole.
I can’t go back to begin half again.

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