I don't want to be your lost cause...

I don't want to be your lost cause...

A Poem by Fearful.
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I never stopped caring.

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I remember when you're world seemed to revolve around me.
When you tried so hard to make me happy.
You spent too much time we me at mcdonalds only to end up finding shelter from the rain at an elementary school.
When you loved me.
You're world seem to wrap around me like your arms always tried to do, even though I was slipping away to someone else...
When you worked for one kiss to turn your world upside down, and you were happy.
You wrote me a poem, with the deepest meaning.

I don't want things to be like that...
I just wish I was still important to you.
Like I still had a part in your life.
I'm happy now, so happy..
I never stop missing you.
You're sweatshirt still hangs in my closet...

I wish you still warmed me with your care.

I'm sorry, for being confused, and leading you on...
I know I did...
I had my eye on someone else...
But he wasn't there for me...
So when you were, I took advantage of that comfort...
It gave me confidence to go after him...
Which is terrible! So terrible! I'm so very sorry....
I wish I hadn't put you through so much only to break your heart.
I. HATE. MYSELF.

You know I would take it back...

Now, you have a new girl to wrap your world around.
I just wish you could have two girls in your life.
One you're in love with, and a friend who needs you.
You are a great friend.
You're very sweet and passionate...
I don't expect too much...
I just want to know what's going on with you...

I called...why did you not call back?
Is it because I hurt you?
I'm sorry...I feel so guilty...

Please...contact me...
I miss you.
Now, you're gone...and I feel even worse.
I drove past you're old house,
I teared up...
I miss you.

I love you.
I'm sorry.


© 2010 Fearful.


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Fearful.
Fearful.

Kenosha, WI



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