30 May, 2006
To (finally) be honest
The last shred of hope I held in my heart
was a blank page in my diary
that I was going to write our story on.
You smiled warmly at me while you tore
that page from my heart.
You looked into my eyes and you wrote
"I Love You" on the page.
And then...
And then you gave that page
to someone else.
And now...
And now I can breathe,
free (at last) from the burden
of that last shred of hope.
And now...
And now I am going to liberate myself
from the final lie of our friendship acquaintance.
I'll say the words that you were
too nice?
too cowardly?
too confused?
too cruel?
to say. (But I know it's what you meant.)
Good bye.
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