nathan lyle


May 13th, 2011

Your laughter used to be my water,
after months of crawling through sand.
Now the sound burns into my soul,
a cruel reminder of what I still don't understand.
Your smile meant more to me than I can describe,
more rare and more valued than gold.
I gave more than I had a right to give
just to find out it had already been sold.
We stepped out together with your hand in mine,
supposedly on the same path.
But everything changed and you hit the ground running
while I just got knocked on my ass.
I wish I could hate you and turn away
from all we were supposed to be,
or at the very least, somehow understand,
why you turned away from me.