Author: Natari Mirumura PM
A little poem I wrote about being abandoned by the one you love. This poem is both true and from my imagination, but mainly very real. I'm not good at these little summeries, but please read, review, and enjoy.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Tragedy - Words: 527 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 7 - Published: 05-19-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3023919
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"We'll be together forever." is what he said to me.
All a stupid lie, and now I finally see.
I was very foolish, so I believed.
Ever since then, I became no longer free.
I gave you my love, I gave you my heart.
Bu it was meaningless to you, you easily tore it apart.
I dreamt of you, waiting by the Wintermore Tree.
That was the exact place you said you'd meet me.
I waited and waited, never did you come.
Was this all a game to you? Man was I dumb.
You left me for that girl with dark brown hair.
When I saw you two together, all I could do was stare.
You looked my way, and out your visions came a glare.
All I could do was ask "To you, is this fair?"
Tears made its way down my eyes.
Because of you, everything from me has been deprived.
I loved you with my heart, mind, and soul.
You abandoning me, was similar to burying me in hot coal.
You responded to my question with a casual shrug.
My eyes widen, at that pull of a tug.
You clasped your new woman's hand, looking into my eyes with such pride.
Witnessing your actions was one hell of a ride.
Right then and there, I knew I deeply died.
You took her by the waist, and led her away.
The last thing you said, was the only thing ringing in my head.
"Good-Bye Lilith. I won't be sleeping with you in bed."
The way you smoothly moved with your woman out of my sight.
I envied you for it, I craved for a knife.
The despair that filled me, the hatred in my heart.
Oh Jesus help, that tore me apart.
Right then and there, and idea automatically flew.
Thus, I knew exactly what I would do.
I took the gun hidden inside the sleeve of my shirt.
My feet carried me forward, crunching against the dirt.
I pulled the trigger, aiming right for your head.
A nose was made, and I knew I shot you dead.
Your woman was so frighten, she ran her hardest away.
But little did she know, their was no escape.
I aimed the gun to her heart, for me to hit.
She fell on the ground, making a final trip.
My eyes bloodshot, my face sinister.
This was all fate, happening on the coldest winter.
I pulled the trigger and shot her dead.
Her blood mixed with her tears, everything shed.
I broke down crying, relieved that was all finally over.
Is this something that is known to be drover?
I do not feel regret for any of my actions.
To me this was, a bit of an attraction.
I breathe out slowly, my tears never ending.
This is for Hell, where my heart rest never mending.
I take the gun and point it to the side of my head.
That was my final move, and my last word said...
"I hate this World. I wish to be dead."
Now neither of us will be sleeping together in bed.