Wasn’t this predicted?
Didn’t I predict it?
Just a little over two years we’d survive,
That’s what I said, that is what I said.
After synthesizing into one being
For two years,
Three months,
Twelve days,
And A few hours
Our last hours, till
He left me, ten days after my first and last eighteenth birthday
What a sad day, it wasn’t our day.
I did not shed a tear, did not drench my eyes
Not this time.
I felt it coming, this isn’t my crime,
Not this time.
As she said,
Once it’s gone it’s never going to be the same.
Not in this life,
Not this time.
The saddest part of my story is…
I’ll tell my children, and their children,
Of how my heart was only once broken,
By true love.
True love is merely what it makes you think it is,
It really is just attraction,
Pure sexual attraction.
Curiosity will lead you to regret,
As I feel, I will never forget.
The one possession that cannot be replaced
You give away,
One that one day,
I gave my heart away--Never again.
My body is no longer entwined in yours
My soul disconnected.
Conjoining doesn’t feel the same anymore,
The cycle is dissected.
Things won’t be the same; I can’t say your name
Or feel the way I did.
Not this time,
Not in this life.
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.Oeh Mai Effin Gawd.
.Mai Brain Farted.
.Mai Brain Farted.
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