Erin McElderry

(August 22,1997 / Des Moines, Iowa)

The Loss of a Love, But You've Not Demised


The alternate path is no more.

What have I to lose?

To move on is to forget to process,

To speak not of my rues.

I thought that love was happiness,

It turns out I was not wrong,

But a day spent as a regular being

Has taught me after this long:

I cannot be a perfect one,

And so I am in need

Of someone to assist my heart

And I'd return the deed,

But I am not looking for that person,

For I know who it is I desire

I pray that they'll come back to me,

And reignite this dying fire

I try to close my eyes, but I think it'd be better to open them first.

Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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