by Sara Carlson
Friday, November 15, 2002
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A portrait of me and you
Then I was held in your arms
Relaxing into your embrace
And loving you
I looked so blissful, as did you
So what changed?
I see your hand
Carefully placed over mine
And I wonder when you began to recoil from my touch.
You owned me, and you knew it.
Yet you walked away.
I see words forming on your lips
And I wonder when you first told her that you loved her.
You had my heart, and you knew it.
Why did you leave me?
I see myself in your arms
And I wonder…
When did I stop loving you?
For so long, you kept up my hopes
Could have forever, but for the hurt you put me through
You didn’t want me.
I see us locked in an embrace
And I wonder when I stopped caring about you.
You could’ve had my friendship for the rest of your life.
But you refused it.
I remember a portrait locked in my mind
Curled up in your arms and crying
And I wonder when you changed
Into this bitter, cold and hurtful guy
Was it because of me?
I remember you, in my arms and sobbing
It was your turn to break down
And I wonder when you stopped trusting me
Did you change…
Or did I?
Maybe this portrait in my mind
This careful black and white of ‘truth’
And how I remember it all
Is not as accurate as I’d like it to be.