I try to look like this isn't bothering me, <br />but I can't help but to listen to the song <br />playing in the backround as you dance <br />with her. Your eyes no longer click with <br />mine, and in the end, you never really <br />put up a fight, so in the end I guess it <br />was for the best. I have to admit, in a <br />selfish way, that I do miss your presence, <br />your arms wrapped around me keeping <br />me safe, your voice telling me promises <br />in sweet whispers in my ear. The song <br />finally ends now, and I try to deminish the <br />thoughts still left in my head, take one last <br />glance at how happy you are and how she <br />seems to understand, and walk away <br />'it was for the best, ' I tell myself, 'it was <br />for the best'<br /><br />Jessica Elizondo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-was-for-the-best-2/
