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You were my everything and in the end you were nothing to me and my broken heart, once it was made of glass but now shattered ~Kesha



You always wanted the easy way out.

Pretending to be everything everyone wanted.

I keep asking you when are you going to be yourself?



You turn your back and say no words.

Silence, is a way out.

I don't want to fight anymore.



I tell you that you have nothing of your own.

Instead you steal others hearts and break them.

You gain their trust and their hearts then rip it out.



What happened to our memories?

I hate you for the " I love yous"

In the end you are smiling.



I am left behind crying.

Packing the memories into a box.

Burning them in the fireplace.



I burden myself with remembering our first dance.

Our first kiss, laughing in front of the theatre.

Holding hands as if we were five and in love.



That night it was raining.

You took off your shirt and pants and gave them to me.

While you danced in the rain singing my name.



I laughed and joined you.

You picked me up in the air and swung me around.

Kissed me and laughed even harder.



We got in so much trouble with the police.

But that is what made you so fun.

You were willing to take a risk.



We had a great relationship.

Like a fairytale in a book.

Then you started pushing me away.



I noticed the fresh bruises and self-harm tatics.

I didn't say to much to you.

Because we were the same, thats how we met.



I felt free with you and happy.

As long as we were together.

I didn't harm myself because we promised.



Now I am sitting here on the sidewalk.

Thinking about all this sh*t.

Crying inside.



Embracing what seemed like reality.

I loved and cared for you.

Then you walk out because we had a fight.



I held my tools dearly.

When you left a part of me left with you.

So my "tools" were the only way to cope.



Then I got the call that i dreaded.

It was about you, and what you did.

You took the risk and died.



I hated myself for being angry with you.

I hit your grave with all my might.

Dammit why did you leave me?



We could have figured this out.

I am putting flowers down for you.

Your favorite, Daisies.



I regretted everything I ever said to you.

I sat at your funeral while your mother cried.

She asked me if I loved you.



I said yes I did, she asked me.

Then why did you let her die?

I went numb before I could react.



I did what you did best, silence.

I cried in front of her and told her that I was sorry.

I walked away, wishing that I could help you.



Everyday for 2 years I visited your grave.

My heart was with you, I didn't love anyone else.

I wish you would have known that.



I took my tools and threw them in the ocean.

My scars are still not healed.

I buried everything inside me into the numbness I felt.



I never blamed you I want you to know that.

But my love wasn't enough to save you.

I blame myself for that, that stupid ass fight.



You always wanted the easy way out.

And now you got your wish.

I am left here without you.



That is what hurts the most.

I am dying to see you again.

Always what you said: I'll love you always.



***I miss you***



~Kesha~



I am left here, so much for my happy ending with you, Anger was what killed you, I am dying to be with you again. ~Kesha~