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gizella gram Dec 2014
Debating to myself if I should call...
We spoke briefly, I was angry and walked away...
Now when I see you there is some type of yearning and I hate myself for it.
Why you? Why you, when I have someone...
This is far from love...not lust either...
You made something rise from me that I thought was gone...
That feeling I miss and if your the one to give it to me what am I supposed to do?
What is this?
gizella gram Dec 2014
When this all began your face was a blur covered by my hate for you at that moment. A short time has passed and your face is clear as day to me. I hate that I'm even thinking about it. I cannot look into those eyes, I know ill melt, but I'm so disappointed in you. Your a coward and have no respect. You stressed me with a burden that I shouldn't carry. Hopefully this is the last time I will think about this b.c. it is nothing. 1 week in paradise that is it and it all came down to a crashing hault because of your stupidity. I still get the feeling in my stomach when I see just a glance of you. No eye contact I tell myself but I know it will eventually happen. Those eyes always seemed to find me and bring the tigress in me out to the surface. That one week I lived. It brought back feelings that I thought I had lost...but there gone now...Like you...I have to erase it from my memory..

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