A love story: part two.

Baby, was this love for real?
I have no poems or art to tell
Let me into your arms to feel
Let's rewind to the time we fell

I found there's no such thing as a true love
Or maybe that was just the shot heard 'round the world
as he shot a bullet right through my heart
Because I know that I loved him with my whole heart, soul and being.


"Why?" I tried to be strong, ignoring the tears that ran down my cheeks.
"I need to do this for myself," he said kindly, wiping away my tears. "Don't you understand? Don't be selfish."
I laughed. Me, selfish? All i wanted to do was to help him. "Oh shut up, jerk."
He became serious, "Do you remember that one big question I asked you before?" I was silent, afraid. "Will you marry me?"


He hurt me in a way I could not replicate
After was like a big empty hole in my chest
Maybe it is silly, a teenage fantasy
I guess I fell too hard, left with a broken heart

The words he spoke,
I ate them up like a starving child.
The ways he touched,
I craved his warm touch like a crazed addict.


I didn't move. I didn't breathe. I remembered this question. He asked me this as he broke up with me. Those words... they echoed through my mind. I looked up at him, "maybe..." I felt myself nodding. "If things work out, if we are right for each other, I will marry the one whom I love." Whom? I mentally smacked myself. Who uses the word whom?  My thoughts were interrupted as his voice broke the turmoil.
"Because I mean it, I'm in love with you. I love you."
I feel his lips on mine, my tears making shiny lines upon his cheeks. In mere seconds, we both are pushing each other away.


The time went by,
and each day I crumbled a little more.
He haunted me,
as he confessed love then became stone

Until one day, he had a girlfriend
What about me?
He came running back, still in love?
What about her?


"I'm still in love with you, I can't get you out of my head." He had called me from his house, his voice high and wavering with stress, "but i cant hurt her by breaking up with her." What was I, chopped liver? It was like a punch in the gut. It was the middle of school! He's lucky I even answered... right?
"I'm sorry... I.. I can't help you," I chewed my lip in frustration, "you should tell her. Stop hurting yourself and stop hurting her." I felt like his psychologist. He has been coming to me with suicidal thoughts and concerning personal problems lately. Soon the conversation ended and I put down the phone with shaking fingers.