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Sara Hood Nov 2014
With every betrayal
A piece of me has withered
Away.
My heart has gone cold.
My lungs are deflated, and my stomach can barely handle any more of the bitter lies I've already been fed.
Sara Hood Nov 2014
I could never be enough for you.
You are everything I ever wanted. You are whole and you believe in a life that doesn't hurt.
So stupid of me to think I could trick you into thinking I was the same. You are a dreamer, but I know the reality.
People that are broken always find joy in breaking others.
That was not my original intent. What I wanted was for you to make me whole again and put my pieces back together. Make this jigsaw puzzle a finished piece.
But I realized the risk. I saw the opportunity I had given you to hurt me. So I did what mama always said and I scarred you before you could leave another mark on my black soul.
I left before you could leave and take what was left of me with you.
You were a dreamer and I was your biggest nightmare.
Sara Hood Nov 2014
Insanity isn't a joke but I laugh every time it hits me just how crazy I am.
My sanity walked out the door the day you did and I will never be the same.
I used to look at the stars and wonder if the person I would love was watching them
But now I look and I know that you aren't because you don't believe in the constellations
They're figments of our imagination you said. There's nothing out there but blackness.
I can't stop thinking that if I keep calling your phone you'll answer and you'll tell me you were waiting for me to catch on to the joke you played.
The only joke you played was convincing me I was actually worth being loved.
The time you spent on me was just for your amusement. Gaining power from breaking me was the only thing you wanted.
I'm insane and I can't breathe, but I'm laughing.
Please excuse the madness of this poem. My thoughts don't always make sense but if I don't get them out of my head I can't think.
Sara Hood Nov 2014
I am broken and I never will be whole again. You took most of my pieces with you the day you left.
I keep hoping, senselessly, that if you were to see me just once you'd be reminded of how beautiful we were together.
But I was already broken before you found me and nobody wants a puzzle with missing pieces.
Never again will I be whole, but I keep hoping I broke you too.

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