I will be here

Why does life seem so cold?

That one can see that

Which no one told

The lie in the heart

Of one that once loved

A liar and a hater, yet loved

Like a saint

It pains me to write this

The pain will never sink

I care too much to let it go

Yet they all seem to think

Why should she take his heart?

Make him think he is worthless

Let him fall apart

Then pick up those pieces

Just to use them again

Never letting go of the finished puzzle

Being crushed in her hands

I am not her, nor do I want to be

I cannot see someone using somebody

The way she does not see

Seems to think it is fine

To take him, to break him

To use him

Then when someone finds out

It is their fault

Not her own

Blame me

Make me bleed

Make me feel what I do inside

Because I am to afraid

To kill myself this time

All I wanted to do was help

To find the light that she was sucking

From his heart

Yet she left his heart cold

And his eyes blind

Is she truly the angel?

The snake that seems to think

You admitted it yourself

She did not care… why should you

You do not seem to see

The tears the fear I cannot even hid it

I care too much for your safety

I want you to be happy

Not feeling you’re not good enough

If you ever give up on yourself

I will not cry

But die beside you

It is too much to care

I know I should not care

Be with her

Love her

But when the day comes

As if you know, it will

She will be gone

And I stick to my promises

Said or not

I will be here

Even if you don’t want me to be

 

Author's Note

I am the friend you may not want... I care to much... but I am here... and until I am told other wise, I will always care, I am here.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very nice chapter. I like the feel and emotion of this chapter. Life can be hard. We can be easily blinded by B.S. I like the ending. A offer of a real friend in the mist of hell. A excellent chapter.
Coyote

[The Analog Kid]

I thought you don't want to write poems...hmmm! Just kidding. I suppose this had to come out as such. I like the stream of consciousness feel on this monologue. We all know this feeling too. Last line is poignant.

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A absolutely stunning work of words! You capture the true pain of honest friendship and an honest heart. Where the good sits in the shadows, forced there by the blindness and motions that lay in the feel good moment. I have sat walked a million miles in these footsteps. And your words speak the powerful truth.

Stellar Creation!
Tara