Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Bitter Sweet ❯ Bitter Sweet Memories ( Chapter 1 )

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A darkened pit,

An empty shell.

My heart is gone,

You've made life hell.

The things I wish,

That I could say.

You've taken them,

So far away.

And then I think,

About the past.

The days we spent,

I thought they'd last.

With you around,

My time was filled,

With laughter, love,

And dreams fulfilled.

You brought to me,

A brighter life.

One that you took,

By point of knife.

To you it seemed,

I was a toy.

A thing to play with,

To use; destroy.

With gentle hands,

You held my face.

And then you left,

Without a trace.

I look back now,

To that dark day.

I fired the gun,

You went away.

Something in me,

Died along with you,

A caring heart,

So pure and true.

A hole was left,

Filled in by hate.

It seems I'm doomed,

I've sealed my fate.

Inside my head,

Left from that day,

I've many things,

I long to say.

These words to you,
they have no place.

And so they hide,

Behind my face.

The mask I wear,

It is not mine,

It seals away

A face benign.

I put my feelings,

Upon a shelf.

Guaranteed to live,

All by myself.

A caring person,

He tends to fret.

My soul awakened,

It's mate I've met.

He's kind and cute,

Much like a child.

With a stronger side,

So fierce and wild.

He calls to me,

But with no voice.

I go to him,

Though not by choice.

When I'm with him,

I think of you.

I wish you could,

Be with me too.

It's you I see,

When I look at him.

Our future seems,

So very dim.

Our love is tested,

Put through it's course.

I yell at him,

My voice grows hoarse.

But still he stays,

Even though I'm rude.

He says he loves me,

No matter my mood.

We live together,

The media tried,

To tape our lives,

To see inside.

“What's going on?”

“Has he gone mad?”

“A boy he's with,

Despite women he's had.”

The headlines scream,

In black and white,

“famous author is gay?”

How very trite.

What I don't get,

And never will,

Is why they pay,

To read that swill.

Why should they care,

Just who I'm with?

The papers skew,

What's fact and myth.

But still they buy,

And read and watch it.

They wait and see

Which of us will botch it.

They ask us questions,

“Where did you meet?”

“Have you thought of marriage?”

“Do you rub his feet?”

But we live on,

The media aside.

We try out best,

To just unwind.

The questions sometimes,

They get me thinking.

Why am I with him?

Have I been drinking?

The answers it seems,

Never want to come.

I stay with him,

Even though he's dumb.

What in this boy,

Forced my heart grow?

The truth the world,

Shall never know.