I try to pick up these pieces,
pieces of me.
Broken again.
Every time i leave a piece behind.
Hoping for someone to pick it up,
return it,
hoping for someone to care.
These pieces are now gone,
forgotten.
All in the name of love?
Author notes
Just me getting out anger.
A contest entry
- Anti Valentine by Memoirs of a Girl.
385 points, ended February 20, 2007, 22 entries
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you seem to say a lot with few words... and i loved the title... it made me laugh... even though this was written in anger, the title softened the blow i knew was coming.... good job.
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This is short and to the point. I like how you use the "peices" to describe parts of yourself. Great job and keep up the good work!
Oh and by the way, I love the title!
--DesertRose
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:'( so sad. I feel this. I know exactly how it feels. Thanks for entering and good luck!
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Ain't it the truth, yo? Valentine's sucks.
Anyways...I am boycotting love right now. It's true. Wanna talk any time and you know I will listen. And then proceed to woop your venus fly trap's butt. A woot.
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this is great...short and to the point and completely effective. so, just wondering, have you become a cynic?
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