Feburary, March, and April;
was all I needed
to understand love.
Three months was all I was given;
No more,
anymore,
EVER.
When all I've ever wanted could be taken away so easily.
I gave you the true evidence of my love: My Innocence
In return, all you left me are these memories streaked with pain.
When I lay here at night, I remember a time when it was
"We"
and
"Us"
Not
"You"
or
"Me"
The evening we both spent lying in your bed;
my head agianst your chest as I listend to that beautiful heartbeat.
Nothing but us mattered.
The afternoon it rained, leaving us wet and cold as we ran to the bus stop.
Under the sign we kept each other warm;
touching, holding, hugging
But, the memories that are the most vivid was the last remaining weeks:
Your words were hurtful, your actions plain cruel.
My cries and pleads ment nothing and probably never will.
I tried so hard
to keep our stitches together,
but its exactly as you told me:
"Love sometimes just dies."
I didnt understand what you ment that day,
now I do though.
Because,
Your not here with me anymore.