Wow, that was well written and sad. I actually don't know who you are, but if these are your feelings, I'm very sorry. It must be hard. 

*Hugs.* This must be very hard. We're here for you, if you need people to talk to, or hug, or cry with, we're here. This was beautifully written. <3 <3 <3 

Another poem. Yep, I'm feeling this. 

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I don't have the strength to tell you, "I miss you, come home."
I don't have the words to say it. "Can you please pick up the phone?"
I don't know why it's faded, after all the "us" and "we".
When did the "I" turn into "you and me"?
Why the excuses? That's not what I want to hear.
I don't want you to tell me "sorry". I just want you right here.
I have waited forever, listening with my heart.
Why won't you respond and do your own part?
Why the sudden silence? I can't hear anything from you.
What did I do wrong? I did everything I was supposed to...
Did I miss a sign or warning? Maybe I'm just naive.
I might be holding on to nothing; that, I just can't believe.
What happened to forever? And all eternity?
You're as silent as a ghost...
You haunt my every moment, of thought and word and deed.
I'm colorblind right now.
Can't see nothing but shades of grey.
You are my rainbow; come take my clouds away.
But if I've lost you forever
To the seas of utter aloneness
Please...
Just know this one thing.
I've loved you forever, every second and bit of it.
I will never forget you, even if I slip your mind.
I hope she'll make you happy one day.
But in the meantime...
Know this.
You can always come back to me.
I'll wait.

Huh?

I don't know who you are, but I'm so sorry. I can tell you're going through a tough time right now. We'll always be here for you, okay? A virtual shoulder to cry on. *hugs*

I'm sorry, I don't know who you are...maybe I know you, maybe I don't...I've been off for a while...but I do know this: you are a fellow CBer, a fellow person, and CBers are here for each other. It seems very difficult what you're going through , and somehow you let out your feelings very eloquently. So I offer you my sympathy, and I hope you feel better eventually. In haven't been in this same situation, but I know what heartbreak feels like...you're upset at the person for hurting you...yet you still find yourself wanting them, waiting for them to look to you again. It may last a while, it may last a short time.

I'm giving you a big hug! Treat yourself to a new book, or a cookie. You seem to be a good soul, and you deserve it.

Daisy, right? I am so, so sorry. Sending you lots of coffee-book-friend-Taylor Swift-tissue box-filled hugs. Remember we're here for you, no matter what.

Thank you all for all the support. :)

~~~

Dark clouds cover the horizon,
While tears gather in her eyes.
The rain comes pouring down
As her tears run their course.

She watched him walk away
As casually as if she never mattered.
But to her, every part of him
Was worth more than a thousand diamonds.

Running inside, away from the storm,
Taking refuge in a shabby house
That reflected her heart and attracted the rain
In it, she sat empty, alone, afraid and waited.

With every crack of thunder,
She covered her ears in anguish
She tried not to cry and not to think about the shouting
About their fights she wished she had avoided.

And with every strike of lighting,
She covered her eyes and blinked back the tears
And tried not to remember the anger on his face
And tried to forget the touch of their hands.

With her head on her knees
And her soul tucked away in a safe spot,
She made it through the storm
And dried off her face and her clothes.

That fearful day she put away her heart
In a place where it could be treasured
And left alone until she found someone else
To take it from her and hold it carefully.

She walked down the muddy dirt road
Avoided the rocks and holes.
She sat in her car, looked over the wheels
And smiled. Time to let go.

As she drove away from the place they had met,
And drove away from the pain.
She watched the clouds clear and the sun come out
And a rainbow alighted her mirror.

She threw away her dark shades
And let the sun shine on her face
And the tears had vanished, and her voice came back
And she could at last sing and laugh.

With loving hands and a hopeful face,
A young child planted me in her garden.
Every day she watched for me,
Watered me diligently and hoped.

I was weak, but strengthened by her,
I pushed through the soil
How could I not, she was a faithful friend
And when I came up she danced with joy.

She made me feel special,
Simple as I was, in a garden of glory
She chose me to be her charge
And cared for me like I was a queen.

I watched her grow as she watched me
and I saw a lovely young woman
She saw a tall fragile flower
And we beautified the other.

One day, she came by me to dream
And I noticed her happiness that livened her.
But she practically ignored me
But I was patient and stayed with her.

She would come by me
No more to care for her Flowers,
But instead to sing and sway in the arms
Of someone only she could see.

As I was neglected, I grew weaker and smaller
But I labored to show her I was there.
I put out my faded, wilted leaves
And held up my droopy petals.

My roots were thirsty,
My stem, unpropped.
But I struggled and I struggled hard
Because I had to be there for her.

And I held on tightly to my life,
But at last I gave up and sighed.
"Farewell, my girl, may your dreams come true."
I whispered and let the life be taken.

Crying hard, and running fast,
The girl ran into her garden.
Touched the petals of her flowers
And looked sadly at the one in her care.

"You were there for me,
When I was not. You held on
As long as you could,
But now you had to leave."

The girl lay down in the soil
And poured out her woes to the dead.
"I was blinded to my family and friends,
By one who meant no good."

That day she got up eventually and crawled
Into her old wooden shed.
Fetched some seeds and a rake, a hoe
And prepared to start anew.

While I will never feel her tender fingers touch me
I will watch her care for the others
I lived a good life, like a flower should
And like this girl will learn to.