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Un-care goes deep. Looking at that door. I feel no more... Who would believe, that just a short-time ago there was joy in the air; laughter in the eyes; words of care Seeing the regret in his eyes, the shift in his steps, the rigid chest. Tears comes to my eyes. I can't believe... Confused about the meanness I looked with searching eyes at the ebbing oneness, leaking down the steps of the once thought love nest Raising the question, of why ? He pierced me with angry, empty eyes. Why ? All the reasons given, were nothing but lies and denials He got what he wanted. Years of emotional, devotions of love and *** All the essence of my womanhood drained, What's left ? Tried to fight for that love we had but for him; the hunt was over I was left bruised and had I fought and fought and fought some more Nothing I did or said shaked his demure He said he loved me, but was not "in love" couldn't make promises anymore He cringes at my touch pulls away, and pushes every step of the way I've come to terms with myself and the situation My God, it's been months turned into a year of Un-care He retreats to his room closes his door I hate that door UN-CARE
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
Un-care
Un-care goes deep. Looking at that door. I feel no more... Who would believe, that just a short-time ago there was joy in the air; laughter in the eyes; words of care Seeing the regret in his eyes, the shift in his steps, the rigid chest. Tears comes to my eyes. I can't believe... Confused about the meanness I looked with searching eyes at the ebbing oneness, leaking down the steps of the once thought love nest Raising the question, of why ? He pierced me with angry, empty eyes. Why ? All the reasons given, were nothing but lies and denials He got what he wanted. Years of emotional, devotions of love and *** All the essence of my womanhood drained, What's left ? Tried to fight for that love we had but for him; the hunt was over I was left bruised and had I fought and fought and fought some more Nothing I did or said shaked his demure He said he loved me, but was not "in love" couldn't make promises anymore He cringes at my touch pulls away, and pushes every step of the way I've come to terms with myself and the situation My God, it's been months turned into a year of Un-care He retreats to his room closes his door I hate that door UN-CARE
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
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