My heart breaks into a thousand pieces.
Just at the sound of your voice.
When will you give me my release?
I'm tired of your remarks about it being my choice.
I'm infected by you;
Mesmerized;
Facinated by you;
And terrified...
I haven't seen you in so long,
But your face is all I see anymore.
My mind is clouded... Is this wrong?
It has to be... Especially because of what happened before.
I finally feel like my mind is sane!
So why... Why does this happen?!
You are so vain...
Your heart and mind are so misshapen.
It's excruitiating feeling this.
I've tried to move on.
I was better off pretending these emotions no longer exist.
I want you gone!
This sick, twisted relationship can't work,
And I think you know that too.
So why won't you let it go you sick jerk?!
I'll say this one last time... I'm through!
Just let me keep my sanity,
My happiness,
My well-being.
You can go rot in hell... Nobody wants your vanity.
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Only one critique: wrot is spelled 'rot'. Other than that, I have journals full of your type of poetry dating from high school, through college and today. Leave this chap be if he hurts you so much. If you really love him, though, I know it's tough. A very touching poem.
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good
wow thats deep i liked it
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wow that is good. :)
really liked it. the anger in it worked.
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