Kelsea Osterman


A lover's Tale


What was once a happy ending is now a sad little story.
She remembered every second that she had spent with him.
With every slash at her wrists,
she remebered the feel of his hands on her.
His soft lips as they captured her's over and over again.
While watching the tears fall she saw the rain fall,
just like the day he left her.
The day he broke her heart.
The day she knew she could never live another day without him.
So as the red blood flowed down her arm,
she saw the forever flowing river of her love for him.
As the tears countinued to fall she saw her.
She saw the face of a girl she didn't know.
She saw the pretty face of the girl she once was.
And as she tried to clear her head she looked again
and saw the girl she was now.
The independent, pretty girl was gone and
in her place was the sad, little helpless girl.
And that sad little girl was the girl she let herself become.
And as her blood rushed from her body
to mingle with the endless flow of tears she saw him.
He walked through the door.
He held her in his arms just like he did before.
And with her last few breaths she said 'I love you.'
And there she was dying in the arms of the man that she loved.
And as life started to slip away she noticed something.
It a single tear slowly making its way down her lover's cheek.
As the tears begain to flow down his cheeks he whispered
'I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you.
And I love you so much.
I'm sorry it took me so long to see that I really do love you.'
She shut her eyes and said her final goodbye.
And just before she died she heard one thing.
She heard a single shot and that was that.

Submitted: Thursday, July 08, 2010
Edited: Sunday, April 10, 2011

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  • My Angel My Love My Soul My Life (7/9/2010 9:34:00 PM)

    WOW i love this poem its awesome i love this poem b/c although it seems cynical to some people i see that its really not but true and maybe not even a complete truth of all that life really is im told im cynical but im not i just see life for what it really is....keep writing always and forever......Great poem (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points IamNo body (7/8/2010 6:51:00 PM)

    Very vivid, full of pathos -a bit too gory for my personal taste...but bravo for a girl of sixteen to write like that..age will make you subtle, if you don't cut that arm all too often! (Report) Reply

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