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Wanderer Feb 2016
Love is different for everyone**
there is no definition that fits every situation
love can be a feeling, an action, or just a word

I should have told you
what love meant to me
before I started giving it to you
before I whispered
those words in your ear

I should have asked you
what love meant to you
before I assumed your words
meant the same as mine
and that they weren't just words
Wanderer Feb 2016
I am trying so hard
don't you see
just give me a break
and cuddle with me
Wanderer Feb 2016
My heart was broken
Shattered to pieces
and scattered on the floor

I kept inviting people over
In hopes that they
Would help me pick up the pieces
But they didn't even notice them
They just walk on top
Smashing them into smaller pieces
Until my heart became so crushed
It was ingrained in the carpet
of my tear stained room
Wanderer Feb 2016
You felt unloved
You hadn't learned how to love yourself
You sought out love
from those who were incapable of giving it

I thought that maybe I could change things
give you my love
Maybe if I filled you up with enough of my love
you would learn
to love yourself, and learn who was really there for you
You didn't though
My love only confused you, you felt unworthy

I gave you all my love
Assuming that the faster I gave it to you
the sooner you could give it back
But you stole all my love and then threw it away

I had forgotten to love myself
and you didn't love me
so I was left with nothing, I was hollow

I gave you the one thing you wanted
I don't understand why you aren't happy
Wanderer Feb 2016
It is so much easier to forgive
This last month of hell you caused
Than to forget the happiness
That you brought me for so long
Wanderer Feb 2016
There are pieces of you scattered throughout my room

   a pair of socks
                                                                  The stuffed animal you bought me
                                         your favorite food in my cabinet
a jacket you never took back
                                                                a pen of yours

I wonder if you will ever come retrieve them
I hope if you do, you bring back
The piece of my heart I left with you
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