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The Gentleman from Indiana

I know not every girl has a 'break up' box.

I know I do.

 

It's full of useless pieces of paper.

Movie tickets.

Parking receipts.

Itineraries.

 

It's full of meaningless pieces of junk.

A broken bracelet.

A sad Domo figure.

A bottle.

 

Useless. Meaningless.

 

They meant so much to me.

As did you.

 

That parking ticket was the last thing I got before you broke me.

That bottle was the last thing your lips touched before you left.

That bracelet you won for me at a pub quiz.

That movie ticket marked the first time you held my hand.

 

And now, I look at this box.

One that held so much pain.

I wish I could say I feel better, now.

But,

I feel...

Nothing.

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Written by
zoe-westbrooke
English
Published
Aug 11, 2014
Lines·Words
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Tags
#love#heartbreak#pain#breakup
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