To women who stay when they should leave…
You deserve to be loved.
You deserve to be happy.
You deserve to be free.
Solamente un déjà vu que nunca llega a su final.
To women who stay when they should leave…
You deserve to be loved.
You deserve to be happy.
You deserve to be free.
As he saw his
Hometown
Galloping away,
Far in the distance,
Far away,
He stared at the trees,
And the creek gray,
Bidding him farewell,
And journey safe,
He wondered if
He would ever come
Back to this time
Again.
He was leaving his
Life behind, and was
Walking a path
Rarely trodden.
He was taking the
Road less taken.
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There’s something
Like a broken glass
Inside of my chest
Which hurts when
I move a certain way.
It’s a thousand
Little pieces with
Edges jagged
And ends sharp.
They have embedded
Themselves in the
Weak, red muscle
As if as a revenge,
And they remind me
Not to trust the
Dumb mass ever again.
Never again.
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And
Because
She was
So afraid
He will
Break
Her heart
One day,
She ran
Fast and
Hard,
Breaking
It
Herself.
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Under the
Veil of
Darkness,
With the
Moon
Absent
From the sky,
She found
She could
Shine, too.
She was
The damn
Sun.
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And, after I fell down
The 4 steps to the
Landing, and they
Asked me if I was
In one piece, I
Had to lie.
I couldn’t tell them
I hadn’t been whole
In a long while.
That’s not what they
Had asked.
That’s not what they
Had wanted to know.
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And when the
Horn of insults
Honked in her
Earbud choked
Ears, and the rays of
Disappointments
Seeped past the
Expensive rose-tinted
Glasses, she could see
Him for what he was:
A narcissistic asshole
Wrapped in the gold
Trimmed wrapping
Paper; pretty, but
Useless once
The gift is opened
And the present is
Revealed.
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I think
I am
Gonna
Get me
Some
Happy.
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Crying with
Her head
Tucked
Between
The knees
3 months
After he
Violently
Left,
She realised she
Was crying for
The parts
Of her
She had lost
In the process
Of loving him.
She realised she
Was crying for
The last
Time.
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Million questions
She had wanted
To ask him
When he had decided
He couldn’t do “it”
Anymore.
She only asked a
Couple.
What about the
Parts of me
You had borrowed
Because you had
Wanted to feel
Whole for a while?
What about me being
Complete?
Will you ever return them?
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