Pandora's Box, Unleashed, Lucia Roberts [the gingerbread man read aloud TXT] 📗

and yet,

in a metaphor,

do they now depict their song as mine?

One final attempt

 

I’m not sure how to tell you,

all the things I should

in this short amount of time

or even if I could.

 

Yes I did some things,

and i didnt tell you.

It was a game for him,

it wasn’t meant for you.

 

I debated you being hurt like this,

or you thinking I was cruel.

I hoped if it came down to this,

you’d give me a moment to explain.

 

I can be evil,

this you know.

But this time instead of staying in my head,

I let it show.

 

He had hurt me,

and I never let it go.

I guess I thought that if I got revenge,

only he would know.

 

But I was wrong

and it hurt you.

The one thing in particular

that it wasn’t supposed to do.

 

I don’t know how to say I’m sorry.

I don’t know what he told you.

But if this is enough to give me hope,

I’ll be waiting for a call from you

Non Believer

 

It shouldn’t be this way.

This all is wrong.

I shouldn’t be on my friends bathroom floor

shaking as hard as i was before.

I shouldn’t be here holding to the wall

because it’s the only way that I won’t fall.

You told me the one thing I feared the most.

And then you asked that breathe normally.

How in the world could you ask that of me?

Don’t you know what you’ve just done to me?

You broke my heart and showed it to me broke;

and my whole world just went up in smoke.

Does this make you happy?

Or are you faking it again?

I don’t believe it; I refuse.

This time my heart holds a crack not a bruise.

I searched your eyes for what I knew was there.

My lungs couldn’t find a hint of air.

“Please God, Please fix it!” I yelled to the sky.

and my car felt even emptier after my cries.

I don’t know where to go, what to think.

As I cry I feel my body shrink.

The next day holds no prevail.

I still feel dead, alone, and empty.

He promised he wouldn’t do this again.

I look to the sky and it mocks me with rain.

My only hope coils within a lie.

 

Please. Let me be right or I’ll surely die.

slip the ring back on my finger and it comforts

though I know this can’t be true; even as it stares me in the face.

New house; not new home

 

The name doesn’t hurt anymore

of the man who’s face is still so potently painful.

I cannot explain

exactly what it is that haunts this face.

 

Something hurt and something broken,

Something not giving and something un-open.

 

Something once mine and something never to be owned

Someone never to be cloned.

 

A soul so warm trying to heat a heart so cold;

trying to heal habits so old.

 

I healed all that; once upon a time.

I was the only one he wanted at one time.

 

There was a place that we called home together

Twas left behind and we both didn’t know wether

the next place would be the same again

didn’t know the future, didn’t see all the pain.

 

But the house came like a storm

bitter cold not loving warm.

Arguments and cold shoulders

a love to never grow older.

Little did I know

 

little did i know

that i was sending you away to leave me.

and little did i know

that that last kiss was actually a kiss goodye.

i thought that you were coming back

but I guess you changed you mind.

I guess that last night together

was the last time you were mine.

Perhaps somehow I knew,

somehow I knew that that would be the last time I’d hold you,

the last time i’d have you look at me in love,

the last time i’d really kiss you,

the last time you’d hold me while we slept,

the last night you’d comfort me,

the last night you would want me,

the last night you would need me.

I knew those tears weren’t only tears of waiting and forlong,

but tears of loss, and tears of fear,

because I somehow knew that you would be coming back;

but you wouldn’t be back for me.

I felt I was giving you up, but I knew I could'nt fight you.

I knew the air was wrong;

and not just because I couldn’t breathe.

I knew at the time you would miss me,

as you told me hours later that you did;

but little did I know,

that wouldn’t last.

I thought back on when you asked to keep me,

and I said “I hope you will forever”

and you joked and said “only for a couple weeks”

I know you didn’t mean it then;

but little did I know,

that’s exactly what would happen.

I knew that you were leaving,

but little did I know,

that you were completely leaving me.

knew I loved you,

and I knew you loved me first,

and I knew our love was true;

just little did I know

yours wasn’t enough to get us through.

My tower of dreams

 

My knight in shining armour

still so far away.

Thoughts and memories so far gone;

the past is still not back today.

I cant chase dreams of dragonflies,

and monster-drunk, sad good-byes.

The miles and space grow longer yet,

as silence grows deeper and louder set.

All this talk of dreams drives me insane.

Cause dreams don’t happen, it’s all mundane.

Real life could call us to

and show us what we’re meant to do.

Until that day shows there is no power,

and i’ll dream away inside my tower.

Green to Gold to Gone

 

The leaves were bright,

and full of colour.

The grass seemed so green

and now it’s suddenly duller.

I knew our time

would be here and past.

I knew from the start

that it wouldn’t last.

I cherished every second,

even the time you slept.

I made sure to be with you

with every step you stepped.

A touch, no matter how small

was enough this time

because something is better

than nothing at all.

I regret more than anything

not kissing you goodbye.

But I promised myself that this time,

you wouldn’t see me cry.

Not to say I didn’t cry

the moment I had to leave you,

but you had things to concentrate on;

things you had to do.

That night I cried myself to sleep.

That night was so cold.

I fear it’ll be too long before

I have you back to hold.

I’ll always wait for you.

I promise you this.

But I’m begging that you know

it’s only you I miss.

The colour has gone now

from the mountains and scene.

And I’m still waiting and love you;

just as it’s always been.

The first tear to fall

 

It’s the damndest thing,

that stupid give-away.

The telltale sign that your soul is pain.

That cold liquid sphere

that draws shining lines

strewn across your face.

The first showing that your body has given up.

All of the emotion can no longer be contained.

Preemptive, current, or past

the mind holds pieces of the soul

that then passes through this library

and is overwhelmed.

Results, times, and amount may vary

but this first tattler,

the first tear to fall

will always seem the biggest,

bring the most sadness to your face

of any or them all.