“…And Then It Wasn’t…”
It’s nobodies fault really.
The reality was real to me.
The fantasy felt twice as real to me.
But what was lived was…
Nothing like either.
It was unique to say the least.
Something nobody believed,
But everyone wanted to see.
It was an enviable love,
Better than any man & woman ever was
Then one day is wasn’t.
It ceased to exist
Anticlimactic end that ceased to make sense.
How can something that felt and seemed like it was meant
And written in cement
Come crashing to an end?
I mean we both know “how” but unsure which variable it would depend.
Nobody predicted we’d go from “best friends” to “remember when”.
I know eventually the bitterness will enter in,
Then it’ll go from “I Understand”
To expletives about “this man”…
Furthermore…
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
Even the circumstances differ the feeling still remains as raw.
And I’m sure This Is My Exit
But before I hit the door…
Let say this…
It was a real as anything, anyone has felt before.
Behind My Eyes 