Buddies Lake
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I love Michael Barron.
It’s been a little over two years since we first met and a little less since we broke up. I was cruel. I dumped him via email and hid behind a reason that I thought was noble but I really did it because I was insecure.
I was with him during a very stressful time of his life. He was a patient with scars, filled with pain and loveless, somewhat like me. Now I’m in the position he was when he met me. Doesn’t someone like me come rescue me sometime around now? I now know what it was like to be him. I’m so sorry.
I really was so cruel to dump him.
He loves someone else now. I’m happy for him. He’s gotten over me and found another and that’s really important. He can live life. I hope he’s really doing okay. I pray for him sometimes.
Of course, I’m still a wreck. I’m still writing about him. What does that say about me?
I don’t know if I can ever find someone like him again. I can probably feel the same way I did but I don’t think that they’d feel the same way Michael did for me. Michael thought I was wonderful, amazing, and beautiful. He was proud of me. That was before. I changed and Michael is already another person.
I’m so not over him. He’s a new person now. I should remember that. I need to get over him. I need to live life and know that I can have what I had before or something even better. Michael would want that for me. The 18 year old boy that loved me two years ago would want that for me.
All I have now are things we shared to each other that I can’t find the courage to delete. This is my prized possession of them all. It’s a love poem, one about breaking up. I know that the spirit of the man Michael used to be, the one that loved me, is speaking to me
Love for a song
It’s over and done, I’m gone like the sun,
Allowing a darkness to fall.
All of our dreams are shattered it seems,
And no longer matter at all.
You call me a dreamer, you may not be wrong.
A washed up young poet, who soon will be gone.
Don’t know how it happened or where we went wrong,
When right there before us we had love for a song.
Yes, love for a song, like I'm singing to you,
For wishes and songs and dreams can come true.
Don’t know how it happened or where it went wrong
When right there before us we had love for a song.
But don't cry my sweet lover, you'll find another,
Someone whose dreams you can share.
And I’ll get along with a smile and a song,
With a hope and a dream and a prayer.
So call me a dreamer, you will not be wrong.
But the dreamer has wakened and soon will be gone.
You lost your faith. I was not strong,
When right there before us was love for a song.
On the tips of our fingers we had love, for a song.
Yes, love for a song, like I’m singing to you
For wishes and dreams and songs can come true.
We know how it happened, and just what went wrong
When right there before us we had love for a song.
I’m so sorry Michael. Please, love me again?
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