The Bench

i guess i was wrong you never wanted me not once really i was pretending all along. and now how hurt i sit and weep.. my eyes bleed black tears and my arms drop red love and frankly i hate not hating you do you even care for an instant how much i wanted you? how much i sat and worried and how i held you when you cried i thought it was i who kept you going long after your soul had died. i would have done everything i would have been anything all i wanted in the end was for you to want me just the way i wanted you. i never cried for the boys the way i cried for you i guess though in the end it was just way too good to be true. and still when i saw you sitting with the dirt looking like they do acting like you were one too... when you were one of them oh my goth how that did hurt and when you looked straight at me and gave me the finger i still hurt inside thinking, wow the Michelle i loved must have died. i loved.. thats a lie i do love though i dont know why. xoxo Kyelle