I (cry, laugh, live a life of love and passion and wrongs and rights, but never, never like you in your candy-coated games of lies and betrayal and secret murmurs, because I know how they hurt and the damage done, for there was a time when you once thought like I and you cried my tears for me.)
Can't (you remember how I used to sit with pleated skirts drawn up to show that length of skin creeping up to my thigh? But you, you never stopped, never listened to the need of others because it wasn’t in the rules, your rules for only you and your secrets.)
Trust (doesn't matter now, does it? It's not about friendships tossed, love lost, or hearts broken, because you aren't above that anymore, and you thrive on stolen touches and lips that have never been yours for the taking.)
You (were once my all, my joy, my love but you burnt in passion and lust and now there is nothing left, but sad, selfish pieces of you, scattered amongst your own ashes.)
Now (we smile, joke, pretend, but it sickens me and I am threatened by tears brimming, harsh, hot tears for you.)
Author notes
Nothing wrong was even done to me... but... it hurts just as much as if it had.
Written February 20th, 2006
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Wow Christy you really know how to pinpoint emotions really well in your poetry. I think this is the most powerful piece i've seen from you in awhile nicely done darling
keep it up
love ya
Janine -
yeah. I wanted to copy the style. because it could basically be for either, though it's directed at him.
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that's... probably better. I just... expect people to be good, and it hits me so fucking hard when they aren't. It's... just not so good for some people right now. Thanks though. Really.
~Christy -
I love how you copied the style. SO much more powerful. (And that last line is gorgeous.)
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damn, girl...yeesh. wicked powerful.
too bad i dont know what it's about...well..vaugely...?
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