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The feeling that someone slammed the door in my face. memories…echoes…

Rejection was never
Easy. even for me… so many times.
and Always because you.

Why let you in more?
Why do you even care—
—you don't. Right.

Don't worry. I'm easy to get over.
Forgive me for shooting you in the foot. You shot me in the heart…and watched me bleed.
Not the absence of God's high expectations. Rather, the presence of His power.

Work, bear testimony. Christ will cover the rest.
Pain.
Suspicion.
Don't let it get to you,
Corroding.
Eating. Devouring.
With no remains.

Remember.
You are worth it.
He is worth it.

Don't
Give up.
Work. Walk. Wait.
He will stay with you the entire way.
Fleeting love,
Back to normal again.
Smiling:
A fitting mask for my face.
They can't tell how broken I became--
How broken I am--
Why show them?
I will heal from this eventually.
It will be okay.
Just drop me--
The thing he promised not to do all along?
Not meaning to lead me on:
Cuddling,
Kisses,
Telling me I was
Beautiful--
Me for once trusting someone,
Believing
Him.

And for what?
Being dropped again,
Just as I learned to love the feeling of falling. Thinking
He
Would catch me.

I knew it was a bad thing for me to fall in love,
Why did I doubt this
Intuition? For I am always right.
I cannot be loved back.
Why did I let him fool me?...
I am a fool.

Alone.

Empty.


sad
All I ask for is a heart full of love.
All I've ever wanted is a smile in your eyes.

Seeing you stand there
It makes me stop and stare,
Remembering how we once were.

You said you wouldn't ever leave.
Calls stopped and who knows how long
It has been since you've forgotten me.

This life-- It's tough
With you in a bad disguise.

When I play with your hair
You just don't seem to care
That we are no longer sure.

What I want is more than a brother,
One who will pick me up when I fall
Who will know my song and hold me.

When you want to stay or go
Think
Old poem
Screaming
in the darkness,
The black of Night EATING
Eating
eating
at who i am.
I can't take these words
That come too easily to my broken mind.
I would rather
d i s s o l v e.
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