Always Been There
I've always been there,
When she was in despair
I took her hand and led her to the light
I stayed with her all through the night
I gave her everything
But I never got back anything.
He sat in his room, staring at the blank walls around him. Looking down at the paper in his hands, another piece of his heart broke. There it was, and it was all true.
When everything falls apart
I'll be there to mend your heart
But you never even see,
How much you mean to me.
After your tears are dry,
You're ready to go out with some other guy.
He let out a few tears, and they fell to the paper to splotching the ink. He wanted to stop, to block it all out, but he couldn't. It was real, and he couldn't change the facts. All he could do was get it out of his brain.
Sometimes I wish I'd never given you up,
Heck, I'm a teenager, sometimes my hormones erupt.
When you used to smile at me,
I couldn't help but to be happy.
But I just had to have more,
Even when it's truly you I adore.
He couldn't help himself. He was pounding on his desk, not wanting it to be real. Life would be so easy, if life was just a poem. You could crumble it up if you didn't like it, you could scratch out a line or two, and you could add some things you never did in the past.
I want to believe that you still care,
But now I see that to you,
I'm just the guy standing there.
The guy you run to when things get bad,
The guy you cry to when you are sad.
That's all I am and will ever be,
To you.
But life isn't a poem. You can't throw it away or start it all over. There's no second chances for when you waste your days thinking about a girl who'll never be yours again.
The way you always used to tell me everything,
And how we'd laugh about nothing.
Do you remember the time when…
Oh, never mind.
Why would I think that you would care
About anything we ever did together.
Why would I…
His cell phone began to ring wildly next to him. Without looking at the caller ID, her answered it.
"Hello?"
Her voice came from the other end. The voice I never wanted to hear again, "My mom died."
Her words rang clear, yet broken, through the telephone network, the words of a heartbroken girl, looking for the shelter that was always there to catch her when she fell.
She continued, "I never told you she was sick… you reminded me too much of her. I tried to get away from the memories of her because they reminded me that she was going to die. I tried to love other guys, but when I found out that they were as unstable as my mom, I came running to you. I never should have done that, and I don't deserve you."
"Never say that; I forgive you."
I'd always been there for you,
But I never believed it was the right thing to do.
Because I've always been there,
I helped you through.
And when it becomes too much for you,
You can count on me to be here to help you through.
As/n: Who did you think it was? It was designed so it could fit anyone. Thanks for reading, and please review. I wrote the poem.
Thanks,
Pixie