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The One Page



He begins to tear the page
That has haunted him for months
He can barely read the words
His tears have done its work
No more living in this lie and fantasy
He can finally see that it will never be
More than this page, what a tragedy
She has flipped past it like it was nothing
So he has to do the same
Tear it out and throw it in the flame
Let it burn so nothing will remain
He has cried too many times
While waiting here halfway
For that day she comes back his way
And helps him write more to that page
But no matter how long he delays
The words are done, nothing left to say
He has to accept that he is just a memory
For her to laugh and be ashamed at
That our two paths ever met
So as she goes on with her book
He still looks on that one page
That only took a short time to end
But had such a huge effect

But not anymore
He's still sore from her beating
And when she slammed the door
In his face and said this is no more
She ridiculed and berated him
And at same time ignored and neglected him
Way to show that a heart can be so dim
But he should have known to only trust him
Just a small paragraph in her book
Probably less; just a sentence if he looks
And sees rubbed out words that are overlooked
A simple eraser was all it took
No matter how much it hurts him
He guesses that it's better like this
He'll let someone else help her process
In being the beautiful soul that she really is
Still a young boy fearing to grow
He was afraid of what those pages might show
But he knows now to follow
What his heart wants and to see where it goes
But just like everything, it's too late
He's a ghost to her, and that's worse than hate
But he can't separate from his predestined fate
To die alone and never find his soulmate
A trapped soul flooded with unreciprocated love
But he will never open up and be touched
By such greatness, keeping himself on the hush
And his battered book won't show that much
So he stops looking for help from above
He's worthless so he'll just give up
All he has to offer is love
But that's never good enough
So he goes back to his favorite chapter
He already knows all the words there
It's unfair, but he doesn't care
That He will never answer his prayers
So his book is near finishing
Cuz the first pages have no chance on developing
An ending before its beginning
His book is so disappointing
The hardest thing in holding on is letting go
It's time to stop putting her on the pedestal
The cure is obviously not coming from her
So he'll make her image into a blur
Cuz even though it's a lie, he has to say that
She doesn't even matter anymore...

The grieving process is at its end
So let this f**kin page burn til there's nothing left




Poetry by Barry
Read 817 times
Written on 2007-02-11 at 05:25

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