Dreams over-lapping
and changing.
Can't catch hold of what's real
and what's not.
I've never been happier
than when I was in his arms.
I was SO happy
and for once
I finally felt safe.
Like it didn't matter what I was.
But later,
I paid.
And I paid a lot
and I'm still paying.
I'm still crying
and my heart is still shattering.
Nothing will ever change that.
There's so many things I want to tell him.
He said that if I ever needed to talk
he would be there.
But he's never there
and the few times when he is
he's not really there.
At least,
not for me.
But I can't be mad at him for it,
I can't hate him for it.
I can't blame him.
I told him he was my sun,
but now it looks like
I'm a vampire
who still bleeds.
Dec.-15-09
This is one of the best poems i have read by you, i love the metaphor of a vampire! -who still bleeds- the story is sad, and what u have to realize that is even if someone says to rely on them, you cant. and when u finally do, they wont be there. and when they consider the fact that u cant they will be confused but WE will know, that we cant, we are not suppose to, and we are not allowed to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
<3 <3 love it! ! ! ! ! Keep on writin sista xD