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When there's no one left to blame for your sorrow, try looking in the mirror |
The smart thing to do, in circumstances like these, Would be to swallow my pride and move on. But, being a woman, and a stubborn one, too, I choose to sit here and stare at the phone. It's not going to ring, as I know, all too well, Though this certainty leaves me confused. If the tables were turned, and it was me that was mad, I'd want my lover to feel punished and abused. I made a mistake, I was stupid and weak, Before I knew what I'd said, it was done. How can I blame you for how you reacted? If that had been me, I'd have run! Had I known on that day, how my heart would be torn From my breast by my own callous word, I'd have locked my lips tight, and bitten my tongue, Just my feelings of love, you'd have heard. When panic set in, I chose to wound you instead, My onslaught so bitter and vile. How can I show you that it was simply my fear? No more the chance to make my love smile. Now, my tears softly fall, on cheeks white as snow, The silence around me like thunder. Would your mercy sustain me, and bring me again To the point up to where I did blunder? Could you hold me again? Kiss my lips, touch my skin, Speak tenderly as only you can? Have I dashed my own hopes with insanity, mine? Has the Raven become a cold man? Did I do this to you, with the thought ready formed In my brain, as a means just to spite? I swear to the Gods, it was only my fear Of being alone through the night. So, tragically dealt, my own hand looks so bleak As my greatest of fears has come true. The pillow so cold, my aching so real As I face up to my life - without you. Copyright © Victoria Preston, 2009 All Rights Reserved |