When you cried, I was there to lift you up <br />Make you whole again <br />You always said I helped mend your broken heart <br />But you always said I would never lose your hand <br />Now I know that what we were was so pathetic <br />Just contemplating <br />Indescribable synthetic makeup of a heart <br />Crisscrossing over, underneath our veins connected <br /> <br />But everything is wrong now, everything was right <br />Who’s to say our masochistic way of thinking <br />Was nothing but a lie? <br /> <br />Gave in to romance <br />A novel with our faces on the cover <br />Never read the ending <br />Wish I had then maybe I’d be sober <br />Instead I’m so deadly hung-over <br />A grave, unsteady pile of stones <br />Ready to tumble and crush you in your sleep <br />This is my final tribute to you <br /> <br />Eighteen.<br /><br />Christopher's Dead<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/18-a-final-tribute/
