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Bluelighter
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Remember the good times,
we lay in each others arms,
we planned the future,
we were together forever.

Remember the special moments,
the special places,
the special people,
the special conversations.

Remember what we shared with each other,
the secrets never told again,
the hidden truths,
the deepest thoughts.

Forget the pain,
the hurt youve caused,
the look on your crying face,
the look on mine.

Forget you love me,
you never will,
you dont now,
you never did.
 
One day I will realise that romantism is an illusion.
A futile one at that.
I will realise that trust does not exist,
that love doesn't conquer all.
Perhaps that is the true meaning of life,
to realise that all the cliches people have claimed to be truths,
are infact false.
That the journey we call life
is merely a journey to confirm that love and trust
and thus happiness do not exist.

Hope is the difference.
Hope is the only difference.
Hope defines the human spirit
and thus hope defines life itself.
Without hope, life isn't worth living.
Suicides are the products of the loss of hope.

There used to be hope for us
before she slept with him.
Now the hope is gone
like a flame extinguished by pain.
I never thought I would stop loving her,
I never thought she could hurt me so much.

Every thought of her now is tainted,
a bloodstained carpet
where my heart was murdered.
Even the happy moments,
tainted by the image of her with him.

Every word she spoke to me about her feelings
were all a lie.
Every time she told me she loved me
Every special moment I thought we shared
The passion, the romance.
Lies. All Lies.
 
for you

You still don't realise what you've done.
You refuse to accept it.
Casuality.
The story of your life
is the denial of the truth.
Actions have their consequences.

One day these indiscretions will surface,
haunt you in your sleep and
stalk your waking consciousness.
Crowds your mind,
those pointing fingers of accusation.
Once ignored guilt exhumed,
realisation of your life, your actions.
Causality.

Overwhelming;
Sadness;
Lost hope;
Lost dreams.

One day, canvas of your life torn down,
masks crumbled and illusions faded.
Can you bear it?
Hindsight bares the past,
it has shouted the truth all along.

That day use the pain,
Use the guilt,
turn around and slay that hidden demon
lurking inside.
Face what you've always feared
which even you have never known.
 
relapse

I loved you in every way I knew how.
I gave you everything,
heart, body, soul.
I would have done anything you asked,
given anything you desired.
Did I love too much ?
I had no fear of the future,
only hope.

Somewhere you let go of me.
I never thought...
I never knew...
I couldn't believe you would...
I can't...
...understand why.
Why ?

I re-read your letters,
delete your texts.
The words you once said.
I love you's
which filled my heart with joy
now only scorch it with pain.

There's still a longing...
unquenchable, undeserving, illogical.
Perhaps that's true love.
You always believed I was the one lying
about my feelings for you,
about my thoughts.
Now we know it was you.

I thought I could face these feelings,
the pain was already beginning to subside.
Life goes on,
tomorrow is another day.
One spark from a memory forcefully forgotten
and I'm back in that room,
back infront of you,
listening to your confession
and the sound of my heart breaking in two.
 
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