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Jun 2012
There used to be
A softness to your voice
A sweet smell to you
There was a feeling
Between love and desire
That once lived between
The space we occupied
Our stares began cute
Smiling without realizing
There used to be
A feeling you gave me
It made my heart jump
And leap
Twist and turn
With such passion
I never wanted to break
What was growing
But everything changed
And now
Your frustration is clear
Or is it a cold cut mocking
I put myself on the line
Admitted my desires
And you cowered away
Like the little boy you are
Your eyes connect with mine
And I feel the connection
Breaking
I feel the discomfort radiating
Off the both of us
And it collides
And it creates
What we have become
Are we enemies
Strangers
I'm unsure
I'll just be glad
When I get to say
All love has gone
And a aggrivation
Has grown in the place
I'm sorry it had to end this way
I'm sorry I have to let go
And forget all the good
Because you so obviously have
And you let the bad overcome it
Now this is done
And we
Have Gone Our Own Ways.
Victoria Jennings
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Victoria Jennings  26/F/Rhode Island
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