One Last Time

One Last Time

A Poem by TheBubbleManiac
"

Sometimes you must let the ones you love go. But a new love will blossom in the glass of your shattered heart...

"
As I
Fell towards the
Ground
I felt
Nothing.
My heart did
Not skip a 
Beat.
I was quite
Elated.
My soul would
Rest easy.
I knew my 
Time was
Up.
It was time to
Finally leave you 
All.
As I fell
You suddenly
Came after 
Me.
You were
Determined not to
Let me 
Go.
Tears fluttered from
My eyes.
You held me
Tight
As if 
Trying to make 
This moment
Last forever.
As we fell
I held onto
Your shirt
Tightly.
I said awful
Things to 
You.
Things that I
Didn't wish to
Say.
As we fell
You turned
And now 
Your back 
Faced the ground
That we hurtled
Towards.
I screamed.
Not wanting to 
Let you go.
You smoothed your
Hand through my
Hair
Trying to comfort 
My cries.
As we fell
We shared 
One last
Kiss.
Then we 
Met our fate.
My eyes met your
Cold and limp
Body.
I screamed
Holding onto your
Shirt
Trying to wake 
You.
But you didn't
Open your eyes.
A smile implanted
Onto you
That was
Implanted into my
Blank mind.
As a lay there
I was met by 
You.
The one who
Silenced my
Cries and
Soothed my heart.
Your voice
Swept away my
Pain.
I didn't 
Want you to
Take me away
From the one I 
Once loved.
But it was the 
Only way
The only way to
Keep myself from
More Pain.
So I stood
And left him
To be with 
You.
My new love.
The one who would
Comfort me
And keep me
From remembering
That horrifying
Moment with 
Him...

© 2015 TheBubbleManiac


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THAT WOMAN SHOULD HAVE DIED NOT THAT DUDE!!!!!

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on November 11, 2015
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TheBubbleManiac
TheBubbleManiac

Polkville, NC



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