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Tuesday, December 9, 2008, 8:05 PM

What have we done to make it turn out like this?
I thought everything would be fine,
everything would get better.
Your words dangle like flowers whithering away.
Your smile still a sight of relief and happiness in me.
You turn around walk away,
I have nothing to offer you.
I've been an idiot yet you've forgiven me.
I wish I could protect you from harm,
from the horrible things I'd do to you.
I don't want to hurt you,
I don't want to hurt myself,
I don't want anyone to see my hands,
'Cos they have been scarred by the mistakes,
scarred by the lies.
You trusted me, yet I lied in your face.
You took up the courage to forgive me.
I denied the truth.
It wasn't supposed to turn out like this.
I want to walk away from it,
wash out the pain,
make do with what I've got left.
Maybe I'll be better without you,
I need a break.
I miss your smile, your words.
Because when we meet again,
I won't be running into your arms crying anymore.
The pain will end,
and so will the joy.
Turn around and look again,
don't be surprised.
My footprints are there,
with a note on the floor saying, "I love you."
but I'm already long gone.