I see you at nights, sometimes
You are in my dreams,
Your voice in my head,
Your name on a wall, or in e-mails, or on a scrap of paper.
I still remember the pain of that day you left
How you hugged me before you walked out the door
I said I'd miss you, you told me you weren't that hard to miss.
I remember crying that night, not sleeping at all.
Going through the days until the end of the year in a daze, on autopilot.
I cried when I heard or saw your name, and hated the people who took you from me.
How they callously ripped my heart out, and tore you from it.
The one person who I felt safe with, who I felt could save me.
There were others of course, but I had spiralled so far as to be both a cold-hearted person, somebody who needed a friend.
I thought you were that friend, everyone said 'go for it', how was I to know they were setting me up?
Yet I've now come to terms with it, how you secretly hated me, yet helped me.
I may never know why you did it, but I am beginning to see things through your eyes, how I tried too hard to win your friendship, and let it slip through my fingers.
I messed up the friendship, unable to see where it went, I relied on my wits, that seemed to work, we laughed, we joked, we supported each other.
Sure, around January, I startd getting clingy, but there were reasons for that, not that I'll explain here.
You never turned me away, always had time for me, yet you were plotting to hurt me.
People took the mickey out of you for who you were, and what you did. I refused to do that, stuck by you through it all, wanted you to be happy when you weren't.
It hurt me when you cried in March, and hurt even more in July when you walked away, then left me a note saying 'Never speak to me again'.
Until that July day, I always thought we were friends and would be forever. How mistaken I was.
I knew you were moving on, and couldn't stop you from it, I also knew that I was running the risk of being attacked for talking to you.
But I took it because I am that stupid at times. I fell for you, hard, and got my heart shattered.
Yet I still keep these feelings, not knowing what to do with them. Should I bottle them up, or let them out in poetry and prose? This is my dilemma.
I would pay any price to have you back, even to talk to you for an hour.
Crazy Raven
Author notes
If you know anything about me, you can probably guess who this is about. (And in case the person in question reads it. I've moved)
EDITED FOR LESS BLOCKS
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A contest entry
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Awwww such a sad and emotional write. I am sorry for your pain. Good luck in my contest
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Could you let me know who you are so I can check to make sure you meet the contest requirements?
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well done... its very emotional. but i liekd it keep up the great work XoXoX
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I feel you
Like i already said i love my dad so much it hurts. great work. lovin it.
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i can understand this. my friends leavin the country soon n i dunno wot its gonna be lyk wif out her
its a great poem, reali emotional
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I suggest you split some of these big blocks of writing up, because it's kinda hard to read. Meggh xxxxxxxxxxxx
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this was the first to make me actually cry. you would have had a good chance but for the essay format
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I feel you
I miss my dad so bad it hurts and it's killing me. I...just miss how he was always there for me. Ya know. nobody can ever take his place so now there will always be an empty part in me.
Great job
-AkaBaki
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