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by Talon Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #1325336
A girl thanked me when she broke up with me.
If you had,
One shot,
One Chance,
To find the love of your life,
What would you do?
Would you take the risk,
And risk being shot down?

I used to be the one to say yes,
But now,
I see; I wasn’t the best.

And yet I am told,
Thanks for the best time,
Thanks for the love,
And thanks for the warmth.

What does that mean anyway?
Why can’t you just speak plainly to me?
How am I to know what you mean,
If nothing is as it seems?

You once spoke of an undying love,
That I was your angel,
From up above.

And now you speak of other guys,
And you mention me, and the best times.

What I don’t understand,
Is if those times were so grand,
Then why do you not,
Still have my ring on your hand?

What was it that truly drove you away?
Why couldn’t I ever get you to stay?

Nothing in this entire story makes sense,
You don’t speak plainly,
So no one knows what means what.

But I do know one thing,
This slice means a cut.

So I am sorry for all the times I have messed up,
But all I want to know now is,
If it was the best three months,
Why leave it behind?

For leaving it behind means,
You only have those three months to hold onto,
But if you were to have kept the love alive,
You would have never had to wonder what else was there.

So now I bid you adieu,
And until next time,
Talon's watching you.
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