Once upon a time,
Not so long ago,
Words were whispered to me
And I was foolish enough to believe.

No truth was there within them,
Their 'heart felt' nature,
So conditional
Leaving me cold with one false turn.


...What If?

If I die, Will you miss me?
If I cry, will you comfort me?
If I fall, will you catch me?
If I leave, will you follow me?
If I am gone, will you look for me?
If I am lost, Will you guide for me?
If I am lonely, will you be there for me?
If I love you, Will you love me?
If I can't see, will you be my eyes?
If I want the truth, will you give it to me?
If I am weak, will you be strong for me?
If I asked it, will you lie for me?
If I am bored, will you entertain me?
If I am sad, will you cry for me?
If I need help, Will you fight for me?
Because for you, I would do all this and so much more.
Because I truly, dearly love you....

And those words I believed,
Until so recently I learned the truth,
That the one who wrote them to me,
Left more than a few lines out.

And so now, I'll finish it
This poem that gave wings to my soul.
As the lines the author felt no need to write,
Were the ones that now endure.

...Because for me, I would expect all that and so much more.
But if you err, then I'll hold it all against you.
And if you beg, then I'll turn my back on you.
If you die, I'll move on.
If you cry, I'll look away
If you fall, I'll make no effort.
If you leave, I won't chase.
If you are gone, I won't notice.
If you are lost, I won't search.
If you are lonely, I'll blame you.
If you love me, I won't care.
If you cant see, I won't show you the way.
If you give the truth, I'll turn away.
If you are weak, I won't understand.
If you lie, I'll hide in hypocrisy.
If you are boring, I'll run somewhere else.
If you are sad, It will be my pleasure.
If you need help, I will embrace your enemy.
Because for you, I won't face my own actions.
Because I truly, don't care at all.

And so, as I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Gods my soul to take,
To a place where no pain endures,
Into a love that I know is true.

No more lies and no more sorrow
Let it all just pass away,
Let the numbness be complete,
Within this darkness that I now embrace.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Aeguary, in the year 372 AF.