I saw him.
I shouted and screamed,
He reasoned and pleaded.
And before I knew what had happened,
I was in tears,
And he was gone.
I'm alone now,
And I'm running up the stairs two at a time,
Ignoring the echoes of my name behind me.
Slamming the door,
Kicking off Shoes,
Peeling off the jacket,
And throwing it to the wall.
I stare where it collided,
The wall and the garment.
A picture of us,
Cracked down the middle.
I grab a pencil from the table,
And let loose.
Everything I feel,
All the loss, sorrow, anger,
Frustration.
Regret.
It all goes down in an imitation of the happiness we had.
With a break right in the heart of the symbol,
The glass cracked and spiked.
I transfer it,
Using my soul,
As an intact peice.
And the outcome?
Because even though he hurt me,
I'll find it in me to forgive him.
I need him back.
A spirit's creativity,
Is just love,
Incarnated.
I shouted and screamed,
He reasoned and pleaded.
And before I knew what had happened,
I was in tears,
And he was gone.
I'm alone now,
And I'm running up the stairs two at a time,
Ignoring the echoes of my name behind me.
Slamming the door,
Kicking off Shoes,
Peeling off the jacket,
And throwing it to the wall.
I stare where it collided,
The wall and the garment.
A picture of us,
Cracked down the middle.
I grab a pencil from the table,
And let loose.
Everything I feel,
All the loss, sorrow, anger,
Frustration.
Regret.
It all goes down in an imitation of the happiness we had.
With a break right in the heart of the symbol,
The glass cracked and spiked.
I transfer it,
Using my soul,
As an intact peice.
And the outcome?
Because even though he hurt me,
I'll find it in me to forgive him.
I need him back.
A spirit's creativity,
Is just love,
Incarnated.