There are times when I see someone, and it's like looking at a memory of my past. They are there in front of me, but there's a gossamer curtain between us; a curtain that shows them as they were...shows me as I was. And before I know it, I'm missing them. I forget about the hurt and the lies and the anxiety and all I see is a friend, or a lover. I see a part of my heart that I thought I had left behind. This iridescent veil reminds me of the things I never said... the things I should have said...
I'm sorry I couldn't be who you needed.
I'm sorry I couldn't love you the way you loved me.
I'm sorry that you felt you couldn't tell me the truth.
I'm sorry that I couldn't help you understand.
Just because you pushed me away....
Just because I left....
Doesn't mean I don't still love you.
Because I do.
And I think a part of me always will.
Love Always,
The Girl Who Held Your Hand,
The Girl Who Held Your Heart,
Colette
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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