Title: What Was Left Of Our Happiness
Written by me, a 14 year old girl.
These words that I write are now dying on the paper
The ink of blood is seeping with inevitable steadiness
Dignity follows this destruction, for nothing goes unharmed
And when these pages of meaningful words will one day burn
I will watch as they decay into ash and emptiness
And yet those memories will always linger in the back of my mind
Because every moment that I spent with you
Will always be like a note gone unread
Like a song never heard
Like a road never traveled
Because every word that we spoke to each other
Will always be remembered as a missing hope
As a link to the answer
As a cure to the disease
But I won't forever stay and mourn your silent passing
There will always be someone else to grieve over
And as I read every line in this book of memory
I smile at every entry that represented my love for you
And I ran my fingers through the dried ink of crimson
That now strayed on the yellowed pages
But when I came across the last of the passages
I read it again with such sad distraught
And I dropped the book, like a needle covered in cyanide
I cowered to the corner in where I once sat
Where I watched you fall for her
Where I watched you tell her
That you loved her
And that I was nothing to you.
2007-01-30
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