another stitched up bullet wound.

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Thursday, September 18, 2008
the littlest things that take you there. @ 6:44 PM
Falling hardest, for someone.

A boy and a girl,
the best of friends,
from elementary to high school,
from beginning to end.
Through all those years,
their friendship grew,
they both felt the same, but neither knew.
Each waking moment,
since the day they met,
they both loved each other,
sunrise to sunset.

He was all she had, in her terrible life,
he was the one, who kept her from her knife.
She was his angel, she made him smile,
through life threw him curves, she made it all worthwhile.

Then one day,
things went terribly wrong,
the next few weeks were like a very sad song.
He made her jealous, on purpose he tried,
when the girl asked "do you love her?"
on purpose, he lied.
He played with jealousy, like it was a game,
little did he know, that things will never be the same.

His plan was working,
he had no clue,
how wrong things would go, the damage he would do.
One night she broke down,
feeling very alone,
just her and the blade,
no one else at home.
She dialed his number,
he answered , "hello?"
She told him she loved him,
and hung up the phone.

He raced to her house, just a minute too late,
and found her lying in blood,
her heart had no rate.
Beside her was a note,
in it her confession-
her love for this boy, her only obsession.
As he read the note,
he knelt down and cried ,
he took the blade, that night, they both died.

She was found in his arms ,
both of them dead. under her note,
his handwriting said:

I love her so,
she never knew,
all this time,
I loved her too.