Forever and For Always

I don't know if you'll concider this poetry, but I do so I'm posting it anyway. It's really long, and I'm sorry. I hope you like it.






It doesn't seem right.

The way he just disappeared. Everyone always asked me where he went, but it's not like I knew. He was always so open, they said. Oh, but I knew different. I knew. He was always hiding something. Always. And no one seemed to notice it but me. I'd always catch him at a bad time I guess, because he was quick to leave. I thought I knew him well enough to know when something was up. How was I supposed to know? Well, it's not like I didn't know. I knew. Oh... I knew very well what he was up to. Driving back and forth everyday. It was obvious, the way he'd always go missing and then come back like nothing was wrong. "Nothing is wrong," he's always say. "This is how things are supposed to be."

It never struck me as odd that his anwser was always "maybe". Once he had told me that "maybe" always meant "yes" and that's how we came to be. Us. You see, we used to be two broken souls. Funny how our fragments fit together to make the most majestic sentences. Too bad no one ever bothered to stop and check the grammar. Periods out of place. Nothing major, but it took away from the beauty. He would always play games. He'd always go too far, though. He rarely noticed what he'd done and I let it go. Sometimes, he knew. Oh, he knew because I swear I could see apologies running over and over in his deep blue eyes and I would melt. I was, as corny and over-used the phrase is, 'Putty in his hands.' Who knew he was an artist, though, because according to them he created the most perfect angel this earth had ever seen.

Perfect never seemed to fit like it should. Oh no, we both agreed that perfect did not exist. I don't know what he thought of me, though. He'd always say, "You are perfect my angel, my life." I saw it as saying I did not exsist. He saw it as accepting my flaws and loving me for who I was. Love. Such an evil word. Love lasts a life time, they said. Well, I disagree. Oh, how I know better. Life is not the longest thing a person will ever encounter. At least not me. Not us. We knew better. Oh, how we knew that hearts never, ever die. Love will last long after the body has been put to rest. Hearts don't die. Neither do souls. Though they do go incomplete. I know this for a fact.

I always knew he was the type to flirt. He's announced since day one that one day he would be leaving me to be with her. It came sooner then expected, yes, but I still knew. We still knew. One day that girl, that lady, got tired of waiting. I still don't know why she chose him, but she did. She put him in a room to see if he was fit to spend the rest of forever with her. He had to be strong enough to face off the demons of hell before he could see the angels. The real angels. The day before he said to me, "Hate. Forget ebout me because I am not right." What he did not understand is that I knew he was not perfect. All this time he tried to keep this woman from me but I knew, and I accepted the fact that she was meant to have him, not me. So I let him go.

Why did he leave you, they always ask me. Well it's not like I know. He didn't leave me. He's never left. You see, forever lasts longer than life. Our broken souls combined to one and when he left, he took a part of me, us, with him. I truly am a part of an angel now. He bears my name and every chance I get, I smile and cry a tear of uncertainty as Lady Death and the true angel watch down over me.

It really never will seem right.
But now I know. Oh, I know.
That this is right.

Probably not poetry, but it's still immensely beautiful.

Gosh Darn.
it is beautiful.
very, indeed.

Thanks all. It means a lot.

that was really beautiful<3