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You told me I was beautiful

You told me it was fine

Fine, I was not perfect

That I was worth all your time.

I tried my best to love you

You were so great in every way

But sometimes great donít cut it

I couldnít force myself to stay.

I kept up the charade

For weeks, it seemed like years

I even told you I loved you

Just to erase your fears.

You even touched my skin

That I didnít mind

I would just close my eyes

And tell myself a lie.

I wanted you to be the one

To be my first fan

But I realized I wasnít connecting

You didnít understand.

You cried to me on the phone

About how you had to leave

I pretended I would miss you

All I really felt was relief.

Now I think itís over

You have stopped trying to ignite

A flame that just wasnít there

That I densely lit that night.



The following comments are for "Tommy"
by smartie99

ohh Geraldine
Can i tell you how much i love that signature??
This poem is like you took a page from my life.

( Posted by: woalook100 [Member] On: August 14, 2008 )

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