This Is For the One In Pink

This is a poem inspired by a heartbraker, who had no remorse for me. - She is now with another, and I haven't seen her in over a year. Last I heard, she recieved a black eye, and a brused ribcage for talking out of line. I pray for her, but she left something beautiful, for something that was painted in gold and offered tempting items, that grabbed her attention, and pushed the Love we shared. I miss her from time to time, I won't lie, but she did this to herself. This is for the girl in pink. I write in Red ink, for the Love I shared with you. I now wear blue, too represent the sadness you put me through. I gave you something so wonderful, and you turned it in for something so horrible. Heartbrake... This is for the girl in pink, The same girl I wasted precious time on and wasting endless and one of a kind love for her. She wasted time and effort... I lost faith in love... for a moment I wish everything would stop, but that wish dosen't come true. The one I wasted ink on, the one that I wanted to grow old with who got my hopes up into a hot air ballon and made me fly high, then taking her dreaded neddle and popping me to the ground of depression. I sculpted a bust of Athena, and you traded it in for a tattoo of a heart in two. I gave you something so wonderful and you gave me something I would never forget. A broken heart. It is easy to forget, to pack you in a box to put you in some corner, so I collect dust, but it's harder to take the framed picture of us of the fireplace mantel of Live, Laugh, and Love. I don't want to lose the memory of you, but as you did the same to me, I shall not make you blind, just because you made me blind. I shall cherish you, and make you think of the blind thoughts of me that ring in your head, and you shall cry. I don't want to make you cry, but to notice you were given love and you traded it in for disrespect and disloyalty. I am sorry for, I cannot make decisions for you, but you must know for love doesn't stand around for long, you must catch it in a single, skipped heartbeat on the first encounter of when your soul meets with passion and love. I write this for you, my dear woman, dressed in pink. I write in red ink to show the love I shared with you I wear blue, to show the sadness you put me through. I give you something wonderful and you turned it in for something so horrible. You traded in a beautiful dream, for a nightmare.