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Okay, I was feeling a bit sad and dark, so that is why I wrote these....

Why?

When you left me
I cried.
When you hurt me
I died.
Why did you leave to hurt alone?
I should have never told you
You would have never known.
My heart now bleeds
This wretched ache.
There is not much more
That I can take.
I'll tell you this.
I won't be shy.
Go burn in Hell
When you DIE

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So this is how we end?

"I love you." I said.
You smiled and kissed my head, "I love you too." you said.
We both got in your car, of course you had to drive, and we left toward out date.
The date was fun, we laughed and teased, we ate and left.
You turned on the radio in your car, and asked me to reach behind your seat to grab a mixed CD you had made.
I couldn't reach, so I climbed into the back.
There was a crash, glass went everywhere. You grabbed me crying and you were crying my name. "I'm fine, I'm fine." I repeated, but you seemed not to hear.
Months went by after that, and you were acting strange. You wouldn't hld me and pet me anymore or kiss me and tell me that you loved me.
We were sitting on your couch in a strange awkward silence as you watched some stupid show.
A commercial came on for our favorite move and you began crying, "I'm sorry." you said over and over through your tears.
I looked over at you, and wrapped my arms around you, "It's okay." I said, "I'm here." You calmed down and stood up. You put on your shoes and walked to your car. I followed and we left. I went to turn on the radio, but you beat me to it. You slid in a CD with my name on it, one you had made, but it will never get to me. I looked over at you to tell you 'thanks for making a CD that was named after me', but you were crying again. I just didn't get it.
You turned into a graveyard and pulled out a bouqet of wonderful lilies, then you got out of the car, and I followed thinking that you were visiting your grandmother.
You knealt down infront of a grave stone and set the flowers down, "I love you. Happy Anniversary." you said. I put an arm around you and gave you a kiss, "You remembered?" I asked, I felt guilty, "I forgot sweetie, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you." But you seemed not to notice my exsistance.
I looked up at the gravestone and gasped at what was written.
There on the stone that sat before me, engraved with care, was my name, my birthday and the day of our date months ago.