May 16, 2011
By HerSilverTongue GOLD, Okotoks, Other
HerSilverTongue GOLD, Okotoks, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Just because I'm not like you doesn't make me wrong, it makes me different.
And you give, and they take, and it's love that you want, but not love that you make.

I just keep pretending,
That this is not the ending.
Your reasons I keep defending,
With rules that I keep bending.

Can’t you see this is all just a show?
And deep inside I don’t want to go.
But lately it’s been like a game,
Of who left who and who’s to blame.

I think for now I give up on love,
Because to look down and rise above,
This could be so easily solved,
But you and I somehow dissolved.

And I don’t think silence has ever hurt so much,
The haunting memory of you and your touch.
The words I said to you,
That you use however you want to.

I can’t take it back to what it used to be,
And I can’t undo giving up so easily.
I should have known you’d be everything I wanted,
And leaving you would leave me haunted.

With everything left up in the air,
And both of us pretending not to care.
I don’t want to play this game anymore,
I don’t want to be the one you ignore.

Wishing you would talk to me,
Wishing I could make you see.
Every scar he put on me,
And all the ways I felt unworthy.

You said you’d be in Dreamland always,
You’d keep it with you the rest of our days.
I hope you know I meant every word,
You put me together when I was shattered.

I think about you from time to time,
And how everything can turn on a dime.
I can never say exactly how I feel,
And I can never be sure that it’s real.

Playing someone is a form of art and believe me I was his masterpiece.
But even though he broke my heart, he still has a piece of me.

The author's comments:
Every player has a masterpiece. I was his.

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