I love you.
For everything,
that you are,
that you were,
and the amazing person you are going to become.
We seem so perfect for each other
but so
distant.
Two missing puzzle pieces
that fit immaculately together,
lost.
We tried so hard to stay connected,
but our edges became worn
and images faded.
So you stripped me
of everything I was.
You took all my colors,
all my strength,
all of my will,
and left me as just
cardboard.
Soggy,
from the tears,
of a shredded heart,
streaming from within.
But over time,
my skin dried
and was stained and crinkled.
Showing a new picture.
A new me.
Stronger.
Happier.
And even more beautiful than before.
I love you.
For everything,
that you are,
that you were,
and the amazing person you are going to become.
It's just that you don't love me...
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 10:17 PM UTC
I love you.
For everything,
that you are,
that you were,
and the amazing person you are going to become.
We seem so perfect for each other
but so
distant.
Two missing puzzle pieces
that fit immaculately together,
lost.
We tried so hard to stay connected,
but our edges became worn
and images faded.
So you stripped me
of everything I was.
You took all my colors,
all my strength,
all of my will,
and left me as just
cardboard.
Soggy,
from the tears,
of a shredded heart,
streaming from within.
But over time,
my skin dried
and was stained and crinkled.
Showing a new picture.
A new me.
Stronger.
Happier.
And even more beautiful than before.
I love you.
For everything,
that you are,
that you were,
and the amazing person you are going to become.
It's just that you don't love me...
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