Heartless

by RainbowSlider   Nov 4, 2005


Your words cut like a knife.
I feel every word that you type.
How can I take what isn't mine?
How could I have been different?

You forced my hand, my dear.
There is only one of me.
How can I be faithful to two?
I tried as long as I could.

I have to be truthful to my true
or otherwise everything means nothing.
It is a choice that had to be made.
I know that I have hurt you.

You think that you don't get to me?
You call me heartless?
You don't think I can't feel?
I always thought I was respectful.

You need time to heal just like me.
I can take credit for my faults.
We rushed everything, hon.
Like me you can only have one.

Didn't you feel torn?
I was there for you
and you were there for me.
But who was there for those at home?

You showed me kindness in so many ways.
I never questioned your kindness.
I have no doubts of your friendship
except that it wouldn't let me have other friends.

My friends know I am still grieving.
They accept me for who I am
and not for what I could be.
It wasn't an easy thing to do at all.

I still feel for you, hon.
I still care about your feelings.
You need to decide what to do.
You need to be true.

I lost a love to save a friendship.
At-least it feels like that.
But it feels like more than that.
What I did was wrong to do.

It is hard living with me.
I wronged you and I know it.
I can own up to how I treated you.
I gave you no sweet release.

I never rejected your love
It just wasn't mine to take.
I tried to let go of you
and your love seems true.

You was so tempting to me
and temptation can be hard.
But in the end it was my conscious
that made me break it off.

I have nobody to blame but myself.
I take credit for my actions.
I hope for forgiveness
if not at-least understanding.

You have had you your say
and I have had mine.
We were doomed in so many ways
I am glad we had our time though.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Karla Gordon

    Roy you need to talk to me. Do you think it is the right thing to just ignore me. Four hours before we were talking about living together. What I deserve after my time and money is words to me. I now have no long distance. It was cut.