Silly

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Silly

It's funny, not haha, but sad funny and I pen these words just for you.

People leave just like I told you they do.

You said you would never leave; you had compromised enough to care.

If that were true as you said it, then why am I sitting here wondering why you're not here?

I know my sister had heard from you, and that does nothing but make my blood boil at a high degree.

I’m not upset or curious anymore because silly or not no one sees why it bothers me.

I’ve carried a load of wonder on my shoulders for three days, but I release it because I can’t worry anymore.

This is deeper than you or she will know and I will not stand by as the rain begins to pour.

I’m sitting here fussing at you in my head saying “I told you so.”

I told you I had the situation under control, is it because of my challenge that you disappeared and let go.

I wonder why I keep holding on to you, when time after time you slip up and I have a silly look plastered on my face.

I look back at the mountains and hills, and valleys we came through since that bold yesterday.

They claim I “love ya” but, love that’s an understatement, because sadly I breathed you for two years.

You were my friend first, and with you I overcame many fears.

Yes, I believe it was silly of me to breathe you when I knew you had come with so many risks.

It was silly of me to think you would change your ways if I just click my heels and wished.

It was extra silly of me to hold my head in sadness when my fairytale wish didn’t come true.

Now that I know better it was silly of me to think you would do what was impossible to do.

They tried to get me to have a press conference against you, and I never had that much anger to deny the great person I saw in my eyes.

They lied on you, and had chained you with rumors but I still I called you “Truth” and I ignored their lies.

Honestly I never felt worthy enough to stand with you, because our differences had a minor separation between us.

I fought for you; I stood up for you when everyone else had given you up.

All those silly girly emotions from the movies, I somehow felt them for you.

When you were left alone, I chose to carry the umbrella as you fought the storm through.

They called me silly when I shed tears over you, but no one could tell me how much I needed too or shouldn’t give.

I buried you and your memories a couple of months ago, but you came back stronger and very real.

So is it silly of me to wonder where you are, after you came and said you wouldn’t leave?

Or is it silly that I’m writing these words, hoping that you will be my friend again, and come back to me?

 

November 5, 2009

 

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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