demigauge

here is an old poem i wrote a long time ago back in high school

What is Love & Losing?

Listen to me, I am here.
You say you really have no clue.
I know what love is, I have tasted it's bitter sweet sensation, that later filled me with despair.
It is not something you can buy or bargan for as it though it were nothing.
My taste of it was short but there was an after tatse that has stayed there ever since that fateful day.
I have remained somewhat bitter since then, whatching other couples as they cuddle and coo.
Making me wonder what it would be ahve been like to keep the sensation.
This fills me with despair, that I can not have somethnig that truly and deeply need to heal the hole that was left behind when he said " let's be friends instead."
Came to me as a shock but after a while it sank in and then the long stranious part cam.
I would sit in my room thinking what did iI do wrong, why did he run away?
After the tears came anger, the anger in which questions came and more frustration.
I was angry that someone could hurt me so deeply, that I let my gaurd down.
Mostly my anger was directed towards him in a way I never knew I could.
When anger settled, that strange feeling of yep I will alwayslove him, but I ahve to move on and find another person, but some frustration comes every now and then when I see him.
I'm now getting use to being single, and that I probably won't ahve many significant others to hold me when I cry or tell those three words, but i take it all with a grain of salt.


merf...