11:43 P.M. Wednesday, April 5, 2006 (4,5,6)
She does her homework, focused and dedicated;
I sit and think of the bullshit I caused
and all the tension I created, and
I can't help but to fucking hate it.

As I sit here next to the one I love
I want to throw it all away and say
run away with me.
As I sit here next to the one I love
I want to break down and cry
but I don't cause I don't want her to see.

As I sit here next to the one I love
I want to beg to her my final plea,
but I know its not what she wants to hear,
nor is it any sort of thing she needs.
As I sit here next to the one I love
I am silent as can be, hoping
she doesn't notice the hole in
my heart and how heavy it bleeds.

As I sit here next to the one I love
I wonder if she knows this world
has left me behind, and that through
all the drama of life, strife, hardship
and tears her eyes are the only truth I ever want to find.
As I sit here next to the one I love
I hope she knows I will forever hold
her heart next to mine; and that
I am sorry that I caused her so
much anguish because I can't
help but to cross that line.

As I sit here next to the one I love
I will make a final cry for hope
and trust that she knows that
without her in my life I will find
trouble and heartache in my ways to cope.
As I sit here next to the one I love
I point no fingers and I dare not to blame;
she must do what she feels right
and what makes her most content
after all is said and done, at the end of the night.
I just hope she knows she was heaven sent
and now I can look back on my life and
know that someone truly cared and
I hope she realizes I am grateful and what it meant
to me to have her in my life and by my side
and next to me at night in my bed, hugging up
to me as I treasured every word she said.
I hope she knows that my feelings will never be dead
and she is beautiful being, whose heart and brain is more
than a privelage to attain and her soul well beyond worth seeing.

As I sit next to the one I love
I can feel the fear and uncertainty
and the pain inside the unknown;
so little time in the whole scheme
but who has time for time
when you're busy chasing your dream.
As I sit next to the one I love
I can feel her doubt, tight and
tense like a well fitted glove,
questioning everything else not
knowing the reasons why it fit so tight
...but it did fit.

Sitting next to the one I love
I have never felt such a mutual
bond of reciprocated feeling; thinking
this is as good as it must ever get,
when I am sitting next to the one I love
remembering our pieces in this great puzzle
as a perfect fit...
...in this spot, next to the one I love
will I forever sit, screaming at the sky
that I want to die as I cry and
beg it to help her to never forget,
and remember my body and my love
and my soul and my face and my eyes,
looking into her eyes knowing she
tells no lies like the stars above,
so true and at peace,
as I sit next to the one I love.

Want to comment on this Poetry? Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Poetry and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...