Morning Dew

17. Morning Dew

Goodmorning misery, goodmorning pain. Seems like a nice day for my eyes to rain. My heart is pounding inside of my chest with an ache so painful I cannot progress. I keep thinking back on all those times we ran around having good times. With a heavy heart as full as mine these tears shining in the corner of my eyes. It's a nice day to wake up and cry. There's no one awake to dry tears from my eyes. It doesn't matter. I don't want them to see the ties on my heart that I hold on to deeply. Yet for some reason I lay here and cry...

Slowly it still hurts so I curl up tight, holding myself just right. Waiting on the dawdling sunlight to come aide me in my time of need. The morning dew is fresh on the leaves. Wet, cold, an airy mist my battle with emotions drag on as they fill this dark abyss. I need to know one thing and one thing only. Do you miss me? Are there moments when you feel you need me. You left me cold, hung out to dry. You left without even saying goodbye. You lied, you decieved, you stabbed me in the back. In fact, if you were really what I percieved you to be I'd grab on to and rip the wings off your back. You are not heavenly nor god sent. You lurk of evil underneath that sweet scent. I asked you time and time again why. Why'd you betray me and throw away what we worked on our whole lives. Slowly you opened up your mouth again to tell me lies.

Save it. The truth is...

I was always your bestfriend, but you were never truly mine.