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Jul 2015
Without you I feel my heart snap
        Next comes the fatal crack
        The intruding thoughts that you’re with   her again
        I was never like this but it was the reality I was fed
        I guess she did get into my head
        But she got into your heart
        Like forest fires the destruction starts
        Burning homes and all the possessions we own
        This is all coming from me the girl with the heart of stone
        For which I was known
        No boy was to break my heart let alone roam
        No one’s name was to flow through my veins
        The thought of the very fate kept me awake many nights
        I felt insane
        But there was something in the way your name flowed through my veins
        That made the better half of me feel secure and safe
        As to why this is
        Is a reason I struggle to place
        All I know is love isn’t like the poems say
        No your heart does not start to race
        No
        Instead each kiss is a sting to your face in fear that it may be your last
        Love is 4:03 in the morning and being able to hear silent cries
        Love is your hand in mine
        Love is the way we lose track of time
        Love is what I despise
        I walk around knowing that you own a piece of me
        Unaware if a piece of you is mine
        You can say you love me that is just fine
        Alas I cannot be guaranteed that your words are not a lie
        I’ve done this to myself
        But your lips like magnets to mine aren’t much of a help
        If it was only easy to forget you
        Pick up my life where I left it and just ******* continue
        You’ve left an internal bruise
        On my vital *****
        
        We loved with a love that lacked a purpose
        Years later this truth comes to surface
        Your fingers may fill the gaps between mine
        But good Lord they will never replace the stolen time
        Eight spaces will never replace eight years
        Your voice that would once soothe me now violates my ears
        I all too often hold what hurts me near
        Now the truth is clear
        You were love
        Love is fear
This is the first poem of a poetry series I will be posting here!
Melissa Sherwood
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Melissa Sherwood  CT
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