Going...going..gone...

He is going..going..and now he is gone. Instead of acting I let him escape...let him go. I may meet him again over the years but I know that he is not for me. I'll remember him but only as one of the guys that I knew over the years, the first one that I really loved. Now it's my turn, I'm going...going...and I'm gone.

How....

How can I live like this knowing that someone that I like is holding someone else in their arms other than me. Even though I will most likely find someone else it still hurts. How much longer do I have to bleed?? How much longer until the darkness retreats?? When will I see the light again? It takes so long to mend my heart.