{"sf1_id":1178363,"sf2_id":"J1OX99Qe","title":"Didn't","author":"DrianaLeSouris","words":471,"posted_at":"2017-05-07T03:02:00.000Z","tags":["Death","Driana","Drianalesouris","God","Heartbreak","Inspirational","Lost","Love","Pain","Pained","Story","ambition","hope","life","personal","sadness"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1178363-didn-t","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1OX99Qe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/46/be/46be428f-df7c-4eae-b323-14e0729b8fc3","description":"#8 of Poetry","content":"I didn't know how to reach..\u0026nbsp;  \nI didn't know how to tell you..\u0026nbsp;  \nI didn't know it would hurt this much.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nBut what I did know,\u0026nbsp;  \nWere the tears on my pillow.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nI didn't know you would leave me..  \nI didn't know I became another face..  \nI didn't know we were perfect until the day I couldn't reach..  \n  \nNow I lay here with the tears on my pillow.\u0026nbsp;  \nNow I lay here regretting those words..\u0026nbsp;  \nRunning a hand over the spot you laid on.\u0026nbsp;  \nWishing you were here one more time.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nI am nothing but a face.\u0026nbsp;  \nI am nothing but a failure.\u0026nbsp;  \nI am nothing without your heart.\u0026nbsp;  \nI am but existing.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nCall me a fool.\u0026nbsp;  \nCall me a liar.\u0026nbsp;  \nCall me a broken doll.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nA doll..\u0026nbsp;  \nA broken doll..\u0026nbsp;  \nA shattered doll.\u0026nbsp;  \nMend me please.\u0026nbsp;  \nMend me with your touch.\u0026nbsp;  \nMake it all better and take this suffocation away.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nI look to the heavens and I cry your name.\u0026nbsp;  \nI look to the heavens and I beg for one more chance.\u0026nbsp;  \nI look to the heavens and I see no light..\u0026nbsp;  \nNow, I'm forced to look at hell and see Satan laughing at me.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"HaHaHa.\"  \nLittle mouse..  \n\"It's too late.\" Satan but taunted like a little game.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nI didn't know how to reach..\u0026nbsp;  \nI didn't know how to tell you..\u0026nbsp;  \nI didn't know the pain until you were no more.  \n  \nI couldn't even kill you with my own two hands.\u0026nbsp;  \nI couldn't even begin to rescue you from the toxicity we breathe.  \n  \nI cry. I cry. And I cry.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nA broken doll that just couldn't reach.\u0026nbsp;  \nIf you were but alive,\u0026nbsp;  \nI wouldn't be begging no more.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nI would rejoice.\u0026nbsp;  \nI would rejoice this pain.\u0026nbsp;  \nI would rejoice this moments nightmare.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nHear my voice.\u0026nbsp;  \nHear my sorrow..\u0026nbsp;  \nAnd grant me another 'morrow.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nI didn't know how to reach..\u0026nbsp;  \nI didn't know how to tell you..\u0026nbsp;  \nI didn't know how lucky I was until the first tear drop; dropped.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThe time has stopped.\u0026nbsp;  \nMy breath has frozen.\u0026nbsp;  \nRealization has become a poison.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nTick. Tock.\u0026nbsp;  \nTick. Tock.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThe clock tries to keep going.\u0026nbsp;  \nThe clock that waits for no one.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nI didn't know how to reach.\u0026nbsp;  \nI didn't know how to tell you..\u0026nbsp;  \nI didn't know the cruelness of this thing called love.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nNow I sit here watching you go by.\u0026nbsp;  \nNow I sit here hearing your voice.\u0026nbsp;  \nNow I sit here going mad.  \n  \nDeath all but mocked me.  \nLove all but destroyed me.\u0026nbsp;  \nYour name, all but rescued me.\u0026nbsp;  \nYour voice, all but tortured me.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nI cry. I cry. And I cry.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nIts me now.\u0026nbsp;  \nMy tears have dried.\u0026nbsp;  \nA broken doll sitting on a shelf watching you go by.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nMy story ends.\u0026nbsp;  \nMy mind escapes.\u0026nbsp;  \nMy voice silenced.\u0026nbsp;  \nMy breath no more.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThis is where we say goodbye.. Forever.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1176559-dear-heartbreaker.json"}}