I start this story with no delusion,
Our ever after passed us by;
There is no future for me and her,
Tonight we said our last goodbyes.


It started almost a year ago,
I remember the day so clear;
It was the first day of marching band
And you looked so cute standing there.


You were a freshman, played the flute;
I was a junior with my sousaphone
But we were too few and they were too many
So my section became your home.


I followed you wherever you went,
Invited you to eat lunch with me;
I would make up problems for us to fix
And would take you off alone with glee.


There was a spark, an attraction,
We began to flirt and play;
You would poke me and I you
All through the marching days.


There came a day that stands out,
You missed my side and poked my chest;
I warned you playfully,
You continued and i touched your breast.


On July twenty-seventh, two-thousand-and-four,
You taught me two new games;
First how to dance through DDR
And the second how to make wild hearts tame.


That night I asked you out,
I was as scared as could be;
You were my first girl friend
I wanted the whole world to see.


The next morning in your car
You gave me my first kiss;
It was only a shy peck on the cheek
But to me, it was bliss.


Here we are, the ides of August,
Friday the thirteenth;
I sneak out of my house to meet you
The events that passed were beyond belief.


I walked two-hours across the city
To meet you in your yard;
We express our love for the first time
There behind your garage.


Hours later when we grew tired,
Cold and exhausted I held you tight;
Wrapped nude in a Small white blanket
I held you to me through the night.


The weeks that follow are full of joy,
You and I fall in love;
I act as a magician of the heart
Turning a card in to a dove.


Let me explain quite what I mean,
For when we met, you were not sound;
I feel I helped you through the bad
You were lost, I made you found.


I told you this would not end happy,
And here the problems begin;
We are two months into the relationship
I was happier than I had ever been.


The next event came from left field;
You met a girl and confused me so,
You felt that you needed her,
And so the lies began their flow.


The first time you lied was an overcast morning
You said that you would be late;
You had an appointment with the doctor
So near the quad I did wait.


You got off the bus right on time
And went straight to her;
You gave her a kiss that was more than a kiss,
And my mind began to blur.


This is not the end my Friends,
But merely a start:
The start of pain, the start of fights,
A chain of events to break my heart.


We are almost to Thanksgiving now,
We both have begun to lie;
You lie about where you are
I just make up stories to pass the time.


The second blow to our fated love
Came when you snuck out with him,
An old ex-boyfriend of yours
You two snuck out on a whim.


You said that he forced himself on you,
I am still unsure of what took place;
I spent my aunt's thanksgiving dinner
Mending our love and setting the pace.


A day came when you confessed your lies,
Not only these but many more;
This day came in the month of March,
My heart was shattered at the core.


So here is when an age old phrase
Fittingly applies,
Here the shit hits the fan
And I am on the business side.


I break up with you for the first time,
You thought it was for another girl
But the truth is I needed to sort my life;
Make a line from a curl.


We are on and off and somewhere was prom,
You looked so beautiful in your new pink dress;
I was stingy and kept you from dancing with a boy,
I could not help my suspiciousness.


We go back out and things are fine
Until one day in May,
You found conversations from a friend and I,
I so regret that painful day.


I said things about you that cannot be condoned,
I was a jerk and a fraud;
I am sorry as sorry has ever been
An array of insults far too broad.


Amidst your anger you and this boy,
The very same one from prom;
You began to meet behind my back
Keeping up lies to keep me calm.


I find out about you two
And try to make you go;
It hurts my soul to the core
I cannot end it so.


A day came that I brought you dinner,
Merely weeks ago,
You told me you were out with him,
Not at your grandmothers as I was told.


You break up with me that very day
For the final time;
You say it was over the conversations
I can no longer call you mine.


For two weeks we did not talk,
Then last week you called;
We began to hang out again
We played DDR and went to the mall.


Last night you asked me out
And I said I had a question first,
I asked you about you and him
And you confirmed fears of the worst.


You gave in to teenage lust
Weather or not you "hit it home,"
I knew things could never be the same,
For your actions, I could not condone.


So tonight I say goodbye,
After this we will not talk;
I am going to move on with my life:
Have my own drummer, walk my own walk.


This is the end, there is no climax,
Just a handful of shattered lives,
I write this only to get off my chest
The ways I have lived, and the ways I have died.


I do not blame her, but rather myself,
For bringing on the end;
Now we part the fondest of farewells
Hoping to one day be friends.

 
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