He said that he loved me.
And I believed he truly did,
for whatever he was,
he was not a liar.
I was cherished on a pedestal,
red roses recieved,
sweet kisses exchanged.
He never seemed wary,
or inclined to run.
But, I guess his mind changed
somewhere down the peppered road,
for he left without a second glance.
I pain.
And I hate him for it.
Tears run down my sodden cheeks.
Could he do me greater harm?
Why then do my brain and soul war?
My heart is oblivious to the hate in my mind,
for when I hear his voice,
it still beats thunderously,
waiting for him to say that he was wrong.
But I know deep down, this will never be.
And I cannot grieve for him forever.
And even though he's scarred me,
I have to learn to live.
If he will not come back,
then I will walk forward,
bearing the hurt on my shoulders,
harboring the loss in my hugs,
keeping the scars in my conscience,
but the memories on my heart.
