cupid missed

roses are red
violets maybe blue
let me tell you a story
of them, him and i

i miss him...
when my phone vibrates and a text message not from him comes in...
i miss him.

i walked away...i had to.did i mention that i am an expert at moving on?

today,
i deleted the inboxes on facebook, msn and yahoo!
a step towards closure.
couldnt get myself to delete the phone messages;
a piece of us;me and him.
went through them earlier on
when he was him and i was me
when the story was about him and i
not them.

let me tell you a story about them.
they crept in slowly.
a question there, a smile there
feelings nipped here, feelings tucked there
resentment harbored sprang to light
privacy unlocked and public let out
boundaries crossed and hearts broken
they fed on my sadness;
on my confusion;
on my careless words
this is the story of them,him, and i

trust ruined and suspicion crept in
confusion on my face as i wonder at the stories
novels and volumes already written
about him and i
body now flinches as he comes close
memories edited and replaced
lips overflowing with words now close in silence
eyes brimming with happiness now shine with regret
heart adorned by roses now feel the thorns
tongues entwined are now being released
gravity once forgotten now pull us back to earth
nights filled with the promise of tomorrow now darken with the decisions of today

are you really going to let them win?
you are just going to walk away now?after this long?
famous last words;
spoken as hope crept slowly out of his voice
as the feelings drip slowly from his heart
as the happiness once found die slowly from our lives
so as i walk away from him at this crossroad,
grasping at the fading stories of our memories,
i smile as i think of that infectious laughter;
that rings out from that numbered guy..that i shared with blogville.


i was born sometime in september;
223 days from today,
but i wasnt born for him.


this is not a poem,
these are merely excerpts of thoughts,
this is my story of them, him and i.

roses finally showed their thorns,
violet's colours finally faded,
there lies love's grave,
of the numbered man i craved.

hey blogville, how have you guys been doing? ive just been soo busy lately and so bored and tired of studying.mschewww.
you can ask me anything you want annonymously here: formspring.
about the post...i hope you do get the gist of it.i laughed after writing this, shook it off, gave a kanye shrug, then #ontothenextone.
the power of words still puzzle me, when i hear rumors and i let it get to me and it ruins my friendship with someone i care about...it reminds me that im still very immature.:-(

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