and she never called

i kinda didn't want her to

she was the first person to ever make me cry

not that she made me, i just did, over her



i remember the first time

they were just watery eyes

blinking so the tearrs would run down my cheek

listening to one of her favorite bands

trying to understand the words

cause now they pertain to me and us



that second time was after we ate

it wasn't that long ago, just a couple of weeks

but i remember it as if it were yesterday

i droped her off home, as i headed to mine

thinking of what was said, and what wasn't

of what could be if things were done

but they weren't so things could be the same

the shame of that thought running around my head

as i drive off home, the sadness building



i go up into my room and just lay down on my bed

and for the first real time i just started to cry

i just let my self go, it wasn't a big drama event

just laying down crying, the tears falling

running down my cheeks one after the other

each carving a new path of sadness then the one before