Love\'s Death

Hey, this is the first poem I have submitted, its one which I wrote a few years ago, and is a favourite of mine. I hope you enjoy itâ?¦

As he lies awake in bed,
He tries and tries to clear his head,
All the events of the weeks just passed,
Flashed by again so very fast.
â??What have I ever done?â?? he asked himself,
As he picked his phone up off the shelf.
He wrote a message to his friend,
She would know what had made it end.
His girl had left him for another guy,
Maybe his friend would say just why.
They had long been friends, pretty good,
She would have told her, or so she should.
Then he sat back and thought some more,
She had really loved him, he was sure.
He had lover dearly, he had loved her for real,
He had told her so often how she made him feel.
Two long years theyâ??d been together,
To him it may as well have been forever.
Now it was over and she hadnâ??t told him why,
Except something to do with another guy.
In fact that other guy had been his brother,
Why was his brother now with his lover?
He changed his mind, cleared what heâ??d written,
He wrote another, wish he was s**tten.
He said â??I loved her, I really did,
And now to you farewell I bid,
Let her know that I have gone,
She should know that I cannot move onâ??
And with that he told his friend goodbye,
And left her there to cry and cry.
They found his body the morning after,
In his room, once filled with laughter.
His friend she did as she was asked,
She told his ex that he had passed.
His ex could not face this feeling,
I found her by his bedside kneeling.
She was screaming out of sorrow,
She cried till late, until tomorrow.
She said she never really loved his brother,
But she had loved him like no other,
She had only left him coz she was afraid,
That his love for her may someday fade,
For of him she had grown so fond,
She felt it was to him she belonged.
Until one day she started showing,
A baby in her tummy growing.
She felt that if she told him this,
It might may well be there last kiss.
For a guy that is young as he,
Being a father would mean not being free.
She had to leave him, she felt she must,
She used his brother to betray his trust.
Now she wished like never before,
She hadnâ??t lied to him but told him more.
It would mean that he would still be here,
This feeling made her cry more tears.
Although he died by suicide,
It wouldnâ??t have happened if she hadnâ??t lied.
That night while he was lying awake,
He said heâ??d do it for loves sake.
He took a knife from the kitchen drawer,
Heâ??d taken a box of panadol, heâ??d take some more.
He sat down at his window side,
Looked at her letter, that made him cry,
Slowly he picked up the blade,
He put it to his wrists and made,
Four long slits in each one deep,
And drifted into eternal sleep.
Maybe you have guessed by now,
The unnamed friend was me some how.
The baby was born but six months after,
Everyone knew just who was the father,
The mother lived in the yesterday,
For her mistake she had been made to pay,
But her sorrow had never been as bad,
As when first word baby said was â??Dadâ??â?¦