Tuesday, July 10, 2007

The Last Night


That last night we spent together, when we both knew it was over, and you called me that name that only you had for me, that sound more than a name that you’d never say in front of anyone else; I’m sorry I turned away and cried and asked you why you called me that.

I didn’t mean ever, I didn’t mean I’d always hated the name, I meant that name meant so much to me, but I knew soon no one would ever call me that again and it hurt more than I could bear.


7 comments:

siang said...

sigh.

Anonymous said...

Today I learned... the downside of being someone's first love is that days, months, or years later, you're the first one who shatters their heart.

someone said...

^^to anonymous: but you're also the first one who made them feel whole.

KBLEV said...

This must have been written for me.

Anonymous said...

I miss you more than you'll ever know.

Anonymous said...

I'm still in love with you.

Free then..free now.. said...

And still I left...