The Dining Room

[phoenixowen]

I wake up to find me broken
On the dining room floor,
But I have to get up
Tear the pictures from the walls.
They are stained and there are scares
From what was there before,
The destruction of all that I held dear
The loss of all I adore.
The scars will be kept
For memories sake
And the stains slowly fade
To one shining mistake
And your heart-of glass
Remains in tact thru and thru
Nevar again shall we be one
You and I, me and you.
And I see when you see me
You manage a smile,
And when you say for forever
You mean for a while.
I've been lost never found
Blind, burnt, broken and bruised
And they say that it's okay;
Life without you.
I just wana forget what you were,
Who you are.
The places we've been,
That you brought me this far.
I want to wake up,
By your side on the floor.
I want to look arround
See pictures on the walls
I wish they were pure,
No stains, blemish free.
But a life without scars
Is no life for me.
So the dining room is where
I cry in my need-
Sharp pain thru fast time
Leaves no time to bleed.
So I ask you to go
To leave me in peace
As I can not be near you
You are my diesease.
And yes, I still love you
And I aleays will
And I still wait for you
By my window sill.
But one day you'll cry
Coz one day you'll know
The truth about us
The tale of our woe.
And then you will understand
Coz alone you will be,
You will search for my help
And you will not see me
And you will wake up broken
Alone on the floor
See the dining room stains
And the scars on the walls.
You will see what I'm seeing
And you'll know what I know
The destruction of our beauty
Of so long ago.
If only you'd held me
Ever so lightly dear
You wouldn't be eaten
ALone with your tears
And then you will value
what was once there before,
That day you will cherish
What is was I adore.
[ 09 April 2002: Message edited by: phoenixowen ]

 

[up all night]

Originally posted by phoenixowen:

And I see when you see me
You manage a smile,
And when you say for forever
You mean for a while.

Wow. This hit me so hard. Just the other day I completely fell apart (over a light globe that I wasn't able to change of all things) and I cried for so long on the floor of the dining room. The realisation that I was now alone and he wasn't there to help and I had to do everything on my own was too much.

Originally posted by phoenixowen:
I wish they were pure,
No stains, blemish free.
But a life without scars
Is no life for me.

All we can really hope for is that one day the memories that have been tarnished will shine again and we'll be able to look back with a smile.
This whole poem....the whole thing - was perfect.
[ 09 April 2002: Message edited by: up all night ]