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Am I really that different....

I lie here thinking
as you sleep so soundly...
I keep cry
as thoughts run though my mind
What have I done?
Why wont you hold me anymore?
Have I changed so much
am I such a different person
that you cant love me like you used to?
I keep thinking... and well the thoughts
well they keep hurting
As I watch you sleep next to me
I now realize we are further apart
than we've ever been
It hurts so bad
that you no longer hear my silent screams
and you no longer see my tears
am I really that different now?

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  • sotanosister
    August 13

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    For me poems like this are like going to group (oh, what do you call those things, encounter groups?). You find out that you are not the only one that feels that way. And I have certainly been in that bed too. My heart goes out to you. There is no aloneness like the aloneness of being in a relationship that isn't working any more. You describe it very well.


  • Silvos. silver member
    March 26

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    What a feeling. This is wonderfully described through the pain of experience. I enjoyed reading this and hope to read more from you.

    Silvos.


  • LaylaLace
    March 22
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    Oh I know this feeling all too well: those sleepless nights of tears and unanswered questions, of the feeling of lying next to a cold stone every night.
    After all intimacy is forgotten and lost, it feels so much warmer to sleep alone.
    I wish you strength and peace of heart, my friend.