I'll Smile
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
670
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
I'll Smile
For 'my Hero' who always found a way to let me down in the end.
I'll Smile
You sit on my bed holding me.
With your sad smile and guilt in your eyes as you stab my soul with invisible knives.
“I don’t want to hurt you again,” you say, wiping the tears that fall down my cheeks.
As your fingers oh so gently graze my face I think back.
I remember the night you sat with me under Kris’s tree.
You went on and on for five minutes about how things wouldn’t, couldn’t, work.
Abruptly you stopped and looked up at me like I was an angel.
“I Love you,” you had said, it was music to my ears.
“What” I had asked thinking I must be dreaming.
“I love you.” You said again.
In that moment I felt like nothing would ever be wrong again.
The world could break in half and I would still be happy.
But that was a long time ago.
Now you just hold me as I cry and say how sorry you are over and over like a prayer.
But as soon as you think I wont shoot myself if you leave, you’ll walk out my door like I never meant anything at all.
I’ll smile and wave good-bye like I’m not dieing inside.
Then as soon as you’re gone I’ll crawl back onto my bed and start to cry as I wonder when exactly I stopped being good enough.
I'll Smile
You sit on my bed holding me.
With your sad smile and guilt in your eyes as you stab my soul with invisible knives.
“I don’t want to hurt you again,” you say, wiping the tears that fall down my cheeks.
As your fingers oh so gently graze my face I think back.
I remember the night you sat with me under Kris’s tree.
You went on and on for five minutes about how things wouldn’t, couldn’t, work.
Abruptly you stopped and looked up at me like I was an angel.
“I Love you,” you had said, it was music to my ears.
“What” I had asked thinking I must be dreaming.
“I love you.” You said again.
In that moment I felt like nothing would ever be wrong again.
The world could break in half and I would still be happy.
But that was a long time ago.
Now you just hold me as I cry and say how sorry you are over and over like a prayer.
But as soon as you think I wont shoot myself if you leave, you’ll walk out my door like I never meant anything at all.
I’ll smile and wave good-bye like I’m not dieing inside.
Then as soon as you’re gone I’ll crawl back onto my bed and start to cry as I wonder when exactly I stopped being good enough.