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When I stooped to pick up the scattered Pieces of the shattered glass You so angrily threw in the vicinity Of my head when I was thirteen years old All I could think about was How much I loved you and couldn't leave. When I bent over to still the throbbing Pain behind my ribs You so angrily punched vigorously As I collapsed at the foot of the stairs, All I could think about was How much I loved you and couldn't leave. When I silently accepted the meted out Punishment of lash after leather lash For a crime I might've committed But certainly didn't fit the excess discipline, All I could think about was How much I loved you and couldn't leave. When I watched over your sleeping form As you dreamt of a life far away From the accumulated griefs and offenses Which eventually incited you to go, All I could think about was How much I loved you and couldn't leave. How much I loved you and couldn't leave. Loved was always past tense. Leave was always on my mind. Eventually, neither of us did the loving, But you did the leaving. Yet I find myself stuck in this same Train of Thought: How much I loved you and couldn't leave.
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
Dead Weight
When I stooped to pick up the scattered Pieces of the shattered glass You so angrily threw in the vicinity Of my head when I was thirteen years old All I could think about was How much I loved you and couldn't leave. When I bent over to still the throbbing Pain behind my ribs You so angrily punched vigorously As I collapsed at the foot of the stairs, All I could think about was How much I loved you and couldn't leave. When I silently accepted the meted out Punishment of lash after leather lash For a crime I might've committed But certainly didn't fit the excess discipline, All I could think about was How much I loved you and couldn't leave. When I watched over your sleeping form As you dreamt of a life far away From the accumulated griefs and offenses Which eventually incited you to go, All I could think about was How much I loved you and couldn't leave. How much I loved you and couldn't leave. Loved was always past tense. Leave was always on my mind. Eventually, neither of us did the loving, But you did the leaving. Yet I find myself stuck in this same Train of Thought: How much I loved you and couldn't leave.
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alyanne-cooper
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
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