The One That Told Me
When we first used to talk, you'd give me all kinds of advice
On life, women, and love. But really, you were someone I could vent to
And I liked that.
I liked that you listened to me and accepted me for exactly who I was.
When we became best friends, you told me she wasn't good for me.
I wanted to believe you, but some part of me was hoping you were jealous.
It made me smile to think how much you cared.
And when I finally left her, we joined hands, and you told me you loved me.
I was really unprepared that day as we walked down Edinger together
As I was walking in front of you, you said my name and when I turned
You said 'I love you'. It was only a few months into our relationship,
And I hesitated even though I really wanted to say it too. So I did.
There was a time not too long after that you wrote me a poem
'Has Anyone Ever Told You? '
You titled it after me and wrote it in it's entirety about me.
How much I meant the world to you, how great I was to you.
Whenever I was sad about her, or sad about death, you were there for me.
Even when I lied to you about my actions due to fear of the unknown.
Back then I really hurt you, even though you eventually understood.
But the day came where you couldn't stand to shoulder my pain anymore.
Remember, you were the one that told me? How important I was to you?
How I was the light and the color of your entire world?
How much my essence radiated within you, and filled you with light?
I was your Starshine, your only Starshine. And you were mine.
We would sing each other our song like we were little kids.
We would giggle together, you would nibble my ear.
I would do that thing where I made my hand into a snake with hissing noises
And it would really bug you and you would scream at me to stop but you would laugh anyway.
We shared some big dreams together, didn't we?
Before it was all over, I mean.
We wanted to travel the world, to do every new thing we possibly could together.
And I loved you with a love so pure I can never imagine anyone filling the hole that you leaving me left.
You were the one that told me. I was your everything.
I threw away all our old things to get rid of the memory of you.
Even though I wish I could let go, I'd still like to read that poem you wrote.
Just one last time. Just to remember how it felt when I had you.
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