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Apr 2013
When two sections of Earth collide,
They split, and a fault forms between them.

The delicate surface destroyed
By the ferocious tension underneath.

Eroding and disintegrating,
The discord knows no bounds.

When I think of us,
I imagine what we could have created.

A magnificent mountain,
Composed of fragments from you and I.

But you took a divergent path,
And thought of me as beneath you.

Casting me away, into darkness,
Isolated, forced to hide the misery.

You left me anxious, craving your love,
Believing that you were the key to my happiness.

Keeping me down, you are the lead weight,
And I am the balloon, striving to be free.

Tricking me, leading me to conclude you're my lifeline.
Taunting me, insulting me, daring me to fly.

You told me that you loved me, protected me,
Because, according to you, if I went too high, I would pop.

You lied! I'm free now, and soaring! I'm flying so free!
And your eyes show your confidence, you think I'll come back.

But you tell me, if you can, you loathsome liar,
The last time you saw the balloon float back to the weight.
I think romance is a lot like tectonic plates...When two plates come together, three things can happen.
They could fall down together, bringing destruction to each other, one could overpower the other, or they could rise up together and create something beautiful.
It might have taken me a bit to realize I was better off without you, but I did it, and I'm happier than ever.
Michelle Lynne
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Michelle Lynne  U.S.A
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