Leaving this town for the better
She said she thinks we are dead.
Never knowing what else could be here
she never knew what else was inside.
Prowling through the streets in a dizzy haze,
actions mixed with reactions before she wakes up.
She said she's going to Paris,
since it is so Chic she might as well.
But she never knew what love had done to me,
all those years alone without her.
Then a phone call comes,
she said she's getting married.
A wedding is supposed to be joyous and passionate.
It ended with the groom cheating on her in the bathroom.
Caught by accusatory glares,
she leaves, crying in tears.
I say I will forgive you,
but never for stealing my first kiss.
She leaves her life alone right now,
nothings lives in her apartment.
Burying her nose in the books,
for her imagination is her only companion.
Until one night,
I came home.
To find her in the bathtub, filled with ruby red liquid.
Her wrists slit, her eyes closed, her expression sad.
And on her note, she said.
"I'm sorry."
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This poem was inspired by a guy I knew, his first love committed suicide sometime ago. Yeah, it's depressing but isn't life filled with life and death?
