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Jul 2011
My heart is not a toy,Oh please you silly boy.
Do not come back to break me again,
you make my heart ache,and made my whole world quake.
Speaking with you makes me shake,these feelings I have always been unable to fake.
My biggest mistake was letting you make me weak,but to me you were just so unique,
I never knew anyone quite like you,you threw my heart aside,didn't you see how I cried even through the pain I tried,but I was too late your soul had died,But my love was still implied,from my insides to my outsides.
I had to let go you know it hurt to remember what could never again be,you had to see what I saw,how my heart would always withdraw.
After you it could never love no matter how often I gave it a shove,It already chose.then I suppose it must have froze,so nothing would impose.Everyone would oppose the choices I made when it came to him,but it wasn't his fault my world went dim,
I couldn't let go,though so much time had passed, my love for him still seemed to last,
I would ask why,scream it in-fact.He made my heart crack.I did not overreact,he extracted all my light and replaced it with the dark of night,I could never again be all right,He stole anything bright I contained,since then I always felt so drained,My heart always strained in pain.I never would complain,
I could sustain,though a part of me was slain.Even though I was momentarily insane.
Out of the insanity came a new version of my humanity.
Though part of me died,another part of me began to stride.The hollow abyss forced me to reminisce,sometimes those are the days I miss,but now I must climb my way back to the light and away from the darkness of night
Victoria Jennings
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Victoria Jennings  26/F/Rhode Island
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