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Jul 2011
Here I am again, this black hole all too familiar,
eluding my being, the gnawing at my gut resembles a lion and his prey.
Ripped apart at the seams, I lay lifeless on this empty floor.
Sacrificing my body for one I adore; my sweet lion...
But love is a filthy *****.
Tangled emotions, mixed scents staining various bed sheets,
lingering while I soak my shirt with your never ending lies, broken promises,
pain shooting through my eyes.
A thousand hearts to shatter and you choose mine.
Love is blind, oh, love is blind? No.
Love is all seeing, the most clear visioned element, and I saw you.
Until this heartache, all-consuming, drags me under.
Losing sight, blinded only now, stomach turning like heavy wrenches pulling at old bolts.
Coming undone finally, world spinning, blood loss, love loss, life loss, done.
Virginia Whiddon
Written by
Virginia Whiddon  Augusta, GA
(Augusta, GA)   
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