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Feb 2013
Your words run through my mind,
Like a broken record.
Repeating
More, and more over time.
I use to believe in forever.
Now,
I find myself gradually losing this endeavor.

What we had
Is what I ache for.
Did you mean anything you ever said?
Quickly opened, and quickly shut.
There's no hope
For the future of this door.

Do you believe in the life we led?
I never thought I'd be alone.
I feel so empty...
Without you, I feel dead.
I'm losing hope for what's left of the "we."

I look at your photograph,
With tears forming in my eyes.
You mean so much to me.
It seems as though you left
Without a trace of goodbye.

There's not a single day you don't
Pass through my mind, and all I can pull
Myself to do is cry.
Heart-break,
Was never taken literally but
This pain in my chest...
I feel it way too deep.

The worst of it all
Is the act as though it never happened.
You'll never be there to catch me as I fall.
How can you pretend?

Those three words you whispered in my ear
Is all it took.

You're almost too good at what you do.

Too good to be true.

You had me fooled.

So,
Drown me out
In everything you're not about.

I find it so hard to feel.
You use to numb my pain
With your false words, and your false
Life,
Taken by me
All in strife.

All of these emotions.
Poem, after poem.

I haven't lost sight of my devotion.
Although your's has dimmed.
Long ago, set out in motion.

Tell me you love me,
So I can make it through another day.
Pretend to care,
And be sure to hold sway.

Feed me the false hope, of our false
Future together.
I'd rather hear the distortion,
Then try to come to terms with the actual,
Unholy proportion.

My mind tells me to stand clear,
But my heart is louder
And tells me to stay near.

Please, come closer.
I can almost feel your breath.
Extend your arms, reach for my hand.
Sometimes I wish I could stand...
On my own again.
All alone.
Can we just pretend?
For I haven't grown,
I'm stuck in this single space.
I can no longer keep up with the pace.

Layer, after layer
Emotions run high.
I fell in love with a player.
No chance for goodbye.

Pretend to live,
Pretend to love.
Start from scratch,
All over again.
Begin again.
All alone.
All  over again.
Can we pretend?
Chelsea Hopkins
Written by
Chelsea Hopkins  Dayton, Ohio
(Dayton, Ohio)   
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   Grace R Williams
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