Why Walk When You Can Fly

Why walk when you can fly? I wondered then, When she had left me standing on my own, When I was left to mourn her yet again, When all I’d wanted was her love alone. She was no angel, but a demon; still I thought she was an angel sent to me To give me peace and love, my heart to fill, My one true love in this cold world to be. The things she put me through, the hate she poured Into my life; the sounds she made and roared, Were later healed when I stood up to face That demon who had tried to take your place. We could have flown back then, that girl and I; And so I would have given all, I know. Therefore I asked, why walk when we can fly? Though she would not deserve that love, oh no. I felt not sad at all, but softening For what you give is what you get; the twist Is that you left, and you took everything. Your karma now awaits, and you’re the . When you had vanished, then it was I flew Toward a life away from hate, and you Are left with him you chose, the wretched beast Who on your anguish and your pain will feast. I’m happy, always, living with a smile, And you’re in pain, you hurt, and wish to take Back everything you did to me. Meanwhile, I write this, not for yours, but for my sake. The words stick in my head when I don’t write, And back me up, so now I put them down. It is not that I think of your sad plight, Though when I do, I laugh at your sad frown. They say that which we sow is what we reap, And so each night I drift to lovely sleep. I loved you once, although I should have known That you would walk, although we could have flown.