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Funny How Things Changed
There once was a girl I knew who thought that she knew her place.
Knew who she was and what she was supposed to be, meant never to fall from grace.
She thought that she was meant to be strong and brave; meant to stand like a brick wall and never meant to cave.
She could see that things between them were sadly starting to fall.
But sadly she didn't want to see anything change at all.
She begged and pleaded and cried to not make a choice.
She wanted to be loved by someone-- Someone willing to fight.
She tested them both, something she should never have done
but the one that surpassed the test, was the one her heart would have won.
But sadly as much as she wanted things to stay the same,
sadly things have to leave, disappear and go their own way.
Sometimes things have to bend, somethings must change.
Just like the weather in New England can be sunny and then suddenly start to rain.
She was left crying alone, her heart broken in two with only one piece in her hand.
Thinking she was only half a person, thinking she had messed up because she didn't understand.
Understand that she had done this all apart of a plan;
a plan to test who really cared-- Which one who's ground they were willing to stand.
The one who had her longer gave her up to test her and see,
if she was really going to choose the other one-- The one that didn't leave.
And when she did choose him, and was finally happy with her fate.
The other who had given her up realized that this situation wasn't so great.
Because she had expected for her to fall apart when she left,
she had expected for her life to be ruined, her heart broken and her mind split.
But what had happen was the half of the girl's heart that had been left broken on the ground.
Had been the missing half to the piece he held, the one that he had found.
Even though what happened was not what he had in mind.
He took the broken girl in his arms, and wiped away the tears she cried.
She whimpered silently into him, clutching onto her knife.
Holding her against him, he wouldn't give up this fight.
She tried pulling away from him but no matter how hard she tried,
he still looked down at her and whispering onto her lips the simple words "You're mine".
And so the girl took some time, some blood and plently of tears to move on.
But finally she regained her balance, the battle between her and her ex, this fight she had won.
And so she was victorious over this new found glory,
this boy to come into her life was really a twist in her story.
Glad to have met him, he helped her stand on her own two feet,
but now they both see that she isn't the strong one, that when she actually lets her guard down she is sadly quite weak.
Old love is now torn because of the mess she made,
the girl she gave up and the life she never saved.
New love is happy, blooming with pride.
Never thinking to ever have someone love him, he will stand for her and he will fight.
He saved her once, he saved her twice-- He saved more times than anyone could count.
He listens to her, he loves her, her understands her and for that there is no priced amount.
He is her better half, the one that she was meant to love and be loved by.
He is the one that will hold her when she is hurting and comfort her when she cries.
She sighs taking in a small breath and seeing how better things have been.
Thinking about how she was never more grateful than to fall in love with her best friend.
This girl is neither devil nor angel, but somewhere in between.
She likes to speak in third person, so she may pretend that she's not me.
But she is and I am her, isn't that strange.
That I am the girl behind this tale, because I find it funny how things change.
Knew who she was and what she was supposed to be, meant never to fall from grace.
She thought that she was meant to be strong and brave; meant to stand like a brick wall and never meant to cave.
She could see that things between them were sadly starting to fall.
But sadly she didn't want to see anything change at all.
She begged and pleaded and cried to not make a choice.
She wanted to be loved by someone-- Someone willing to fight.
She tested them both, something she should never have done
but the one that surpassed the test, was the one her heart would have won.
But sadly as much as she wanted things to stay the same,
sadly things have to leave, disappear and go their own way.
Sometimes things have to bend, somethings must change.
Just like the weather in New England can be sunny and then suddenly start to rain.
She was left crying alone, her heart broken in two with only one piece in her hand.
Thinking she was only half a person, thinking she had messed up because she didn't understand.
Understand that she had done this all apart of a plan;
a plan to test who really cared-- Which one who's ground they were willing to stand.
The one who had her longer gave her up to test her and see,
if she was really going to choose the other one-- The one that didn't leave.
And when she did choose him, and was finally happy with her fate.
The other who had given her up realized that this situation wasn't so great.
Because she had expected for her to fall apart when she left,
she had expected for her life to be ruined, her heart broken and her mind split.
But what had happen was the half of the girl's heart that had been left broken on the ground.
Had been the missing half to the piece he held, the one that he had found.
Even though what happened was not what he had in mind.
He took the broken girl in his arms, and wiped away the tears she cried.
She whimpered silently into him, clutching onto her knife.
Holding her against him, he wouldn't give up this fight.
She tried pulling away from him but no matter how hard she tried,
he still looked down at her and whispering onto her lips the simple words "You're mine".
And so the girl took some time, some blood and plently of tears to move on.
But finally she regained her balance, the battle between her and her ex, this fight she had won.
And so she was victorious over this new found glory,
this boy to come into her life was really a twist in her story.
Glad to have met him, he helped her stand on her own two feet,
but now they both see that she isn't the strong one, that when she actually lets her guard down she is sadly quite weak.
Old love is now torn because of the mess she made,
the girl she gave up and the life she never saved.
New love is happy, blooming with pride.
Never thinking to ever have someone love him, he will stand for her and he will fight.
He saved her once, he saved her twice-- He saved more times than anyone could count.
He listens to her, he loves her, her understands her and for that there is no priced amount.
He is her better half, the one that she was meant to love and be loved by.
He is the one that will hold her when she is hurting and comfort her when she cries.
She sighs taking in a small breath and seeing how better things have been.
Thinking about how she was never more grateful than to fall in love with her best friend.
This girl is neither devil nor angel, but somewhere in between.
She likes to speak in third person, so she may pretend that she's not me.
But she is and I am her, isn't that strange.
That I am the girl behind this tale, because I find it funny how things change.
Published 17th Dec 2011
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17th Dec 2011 8:49am
Its not long ago I was this girl. But when he broke my heart he destroyed the person with the heart to give. I'm still trying tho. as we all should. Anyways good work. I like how you put it in third person.
12th Dec 2012 11:53pm
I liked it alot, a couple things I would have done different but Im new to this
