AN: For a change. A short poem. For after it ends.
Blue Eyed Boy
I
tried to list the things about you that made my heart beat fast.
I
tried to change the future because I couldn't change the past.
I
tried to erase the anger and the hurt from deep inside.
But every
time I tried to run, you wouldn't let me hide.
I tried to
pretend that you weren't there, to pretend you didn't exist.
But
I couldn't seem to forget you, no matter how hard I wished.
I
tried in vain to sleep at night, but your face haunted my dreams.
I
remembered all the suffering that tore me at the seams.
I
begged you for just one last chance, to give us another try.
Instead
you shook away my hand and hurt me with goodbye.
I pretended that
I was OK, could cope without you near.
But none of it was real, I
just wanted you to be here.
And even though I said
goodbye; turned and ran away
I still held on to hope that you
might beg me to stay.
Instead you told me how you really felt,
and stole away my joy.
And now I have to live my life - without
you, my blue eyed boy.