It's Gone Now.
This is the last time,
the last straw.
I cannot go on with this any longer.
Is this true love?
Are we meant to feel this way?
To break, and cry, and bleed and suffer?
Are you meant to make me feel like this?
Do we really need to end this way,
or is this just the start?
The start of something worse,
deeper.
The start of something that only we know?
We sit and talk,
while trying to fix things.
Yet, it only makes me feel as though things have become terrible.
Things are not how they used to be.
Things will never be how they once were.
We can never get back what we had.
We lost it.
We lost us.
I loved you.
and now,
I've lost you.
by
DeepBeneathposted on 04/14/2008
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