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Published: 2007-03-06 05:40:13 +0000 UTC; Views: 92; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0
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It is the task of remembering and then forgetting when everything falls apart. When a manis not your other but just your lover and you are his but only as a secret and when that
secret is made aware that is when everyone scurries as they try to put back what should
not have been touched in the starting. You are the definition of fucked up and he didnt
understand. He thought you to be an angel, a peice of clay to mold in the hopes of a little
peice of mind. A place in my thoughts where it is comfortable to speak and it is okay to let
out some of your insides as no one else wants to know and nobody else cares.
Like skipping stones you are so use to holding one for so long then letting it go, your hand
is not empty for long as you pick up another. Only this time it causes a dilema. They say everything
happens for a reason but this one can't make sense. How a single person can cause so
much harm and in the eyes of others come off as sane boggles my mind to no end.
There are such a thing as allowable mistakes and there are such a thing as ways to make it
up but you seem to be incapable of knowing the pain that you are causing when really in
reality you are just hiding from yourself in hurting me and it came to an abrupt stop that has
torn my heart out and ripped it in two and is now causing slight problems with anyone who
wants to know what is inside me. Always on the defense to someone who might get in
thanks to you and your selfish words things have become as hard as ever for me and that
is not okay.
As you sit with her and you stop thinking of me I hope you fall apart. As quickly and as
badly as i did, I didnt think it was possible for anyone in the world to damage anything I had
left but you clearly walked right in and told me your secrets and made me aware I as the other
and that she meant more and that is when everything started to get clear. That I was never
meant to be in your bed at night and I was never meant to be that sparkle in your eye and I
am starting to realize you were not supposed to be mine.
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Comments: 1
wow my gosh parts of this are like
what i've felt and been through
the past few days
"He thought you to be an angel, a peice of clay to mold in the hopes of a little
peice of mind."
i'm sitting here
captivated by your words
and with tears in my eyes
thinking of someone who made me ask
this very same question
"How a single person can cause so
much harm and in the eyes of others come off as sane boggles my mind to no end."
your words amaze and move me so much
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