You said you would stay
Promised you'd always be there
You left me anyway
And you never cared

I needed you
We made a promise
To be forever true
That's what love is

Why do you make me promise
Something you could never do
To know what love is
You have to let it show

Why promise me forever
When you wouldn't stay
Why promise me love
When you never did

Forever doesn't mean
As long as it takes
Love doesn't mean
Saying "I love you"

I just kept on loving
But it's never enough
You just ruined everything
Coz it's never enough

Why didn't you tell me
That you never loved me
That you never cared
Why tell me these words

Words mean nothing
If you don't mean them
Feelings are only feelings
If you don't feel them

These promises I only heard
Words that were easy to say
All you gave me were words
But words you took away

Just as easily
You took me apart
Ever so softly
When you broke my heart

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Just like all things in love it starts with a kiss and you don't know what to feel.
Just like all things intimate it starts with a touch and the world seems so unreal.
And with all things emotional you don't know what to think at all.
Do all these thoughts give me a reason to fall?

But such are the thoughts of a person with a loveless fate.
Too many losses and too many regrets for a moment too late.
Whether those sensations are real to begin with is the real question.
Does it give meaning to the overwhelming loneliness within?

Why, oh, why the withered face from a time long lost.
With only a whisper to a face long sought.
But such is the confusion of a person with a fateless love.
Do I only have the past to linger on and a poem to speak of?

Time is a mocking irony in life and, oh, the rules it bends.
Though it seems to give it only means to take in the end.
Things that can never be is time's idea of a taunting envy.
And the things that are meant to be is but an inexplicable false reality.

-- C.M.

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Quietly she sits on her chair
Legs crossed in stylish flair
She speaks to him in cryptic phrases
Words that manipulate his mind with soundless whispers

She hides her feelings with paranoid secrecy
Misleading intentions not of intimacy but misandry
Saying one thing but meaning another
Never once feeling sorry for her lover

Her past, she says, is long gone
A bitterness she claims is forgotten
But her acts tell him she's unchanged
Her words only refer to subtle rage

She tells him everything is fine
He lets it go out of his mind
But the price is always the same
In the end he will be to blame

So many secrets to hide the shame
And misdirection to hide the pain
The ironic reality is the player was played
It was never about the pain but her pride

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