Everything Happened For a Reason.

FIRST.

Smiling down at me, your hand brushed the fingertips of my hand as I slightly turned away.
Feelings that weren't normal for me overcame my senses, and pounded in my soul.
Whispered thoughts of perfection flitted across your tongue, as you leaned in toward me.
Feeling you so close to me, my mind tingled with happiness as you reached around me.
Pulling me into your arms as we danced in the park, everything felt right.

NOW.

Sitting on my bed, my knees pulled up to my chest as I rocked myself slowly.
Flowing from my eyes was that salty water I had never truly acknowledged.
Ripping the papers you had thrown at me, my hands were red and swollen.
Too much anger was present, too much confusion, and too much pain available.
Thinking about everything you had done, I decided right then I couldn't take this.

AFTER.

Bloodied hands wiped across my face, as tears mixed in with the deepened red.
Another pill bottle lay on the dresser drawer as the phone rang out into the killing silence.
Working my way to the room that beheld the ringing phone, I stumbled slowly losing my mind.
It was you, saying that you were sorry, and me telling you it was too late as I said I loved you one last time.

THEN.

Fallen on the floor I was, as my parents walked in.
Shrieking Momma fell to the floor, as Daddy quickly dialed 911.
Talking to the good guys, Daddy glanced down at me, holding back tears, he yelled into the phone, "Just Hurry!"
They came and took me away just as Daddy called you, he asked what happened and you said, "Sir, I have no clue."

LATER.

Walking through the big wooden doors, all the people in the chapel stared at you.
They ran to your side and offered up their condolences to you, as you faked to cry.
You glanced at all the memories, and paused at all the photographs, What were you thinking then?
Placing me into the ground, people said goodbye, throwing flowers upon my casket leaving me to stay.

END.

Committing suicide was immature in itself, something I never thought I would do.
But I guess love makes people do crazy things, and act like fools.
When the angel told me you were fine, I cried another tear, but stopped when she looked me in the eye and smiled.
"Remember dear, that here there is no sorrow, and he was just a selfish man, I know he never meant to take things this far, but everything happened for a reason."

---This is my first poem on something like this, its really different for me, but i know people that have felt like this basically and i thought id give it a try... Constructive Critiscism. PLEASe.