- Re-post from old blog fitting with possibly my next entry. or one soon to follow in the next few days at least.
What did I miss?
What didn't I see?
I analyze what is in front of me,
I search for the soul of a person,
and I believe in what I feel from them.
What radiates from them must be right,
how wrong I am.
Looking at your photo I feel conflict,
who i thought you were,
you are not.
Who I wanted you to be even further from what was slapped into my reality.
Even who you showed is different from who you believe you are.
I had hoped for a different outcome,
but the reality and my hopes were shattered by who you were at the time.
Maybe you are a different person to what I saw.
But that's what you showed me
that is not my fault
It's over now, no turning back
no more chances,
the road has hit it's end.
Discussion is pointless
A reunion even less worthwhile.
I gave myself to you
To the you I thought you were
But that was not the real you
I don't know who the real you is.
Brutal Telling from the Wings of a Reawakened Dark Angel by Jay Fallen (JAF) is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.