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Love and Life, Chapter 5: give it back

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love, life, february contest
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February 17, 12:44pm

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353

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February 22, 7:49pm

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I don't consider my work...poetry...more like feelings and emotions down on paper... just random thoughts more or less about love and life.

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 You stole my heart, now please just give it back...
whatever is left of it I guess.
I will somehow put it back together...eventually into one whole piece again. It may take me the rest of my life to gather up each individual part and mend it back together.
My heart is no longer a heart, it is a total mess... pieces thrown in every direction... some of these pieces will be lost forever and my heart will never know what it is like to be whole again.

Just give me back any dignity that I have left. I was naive and obsessed... I was enthrawled by your looks, your words... but now they are meaningless. My feelings have no choice but to fade away and finally cease to exist. I stuck by your side, through all of our trials... waiting and praying. I convinced myself that things were "meant to be", and that despite all of the chaos and clutter between us, we were going to work things out.

I want my smile back. You took it. I smiled at you every time you walked in the room. I grinned when you said my name or when you looked into my eyes. Will I ever smile again? Will I ever laugh or celebrate life? Possibly... but not with you. Depression is here...and a frown has replaced my smile...

I want to feel again... feel something rather than pain and heart ache. I want to feel warmth, I want to feel butterflies... I want this sickness to go away forever. I never want to feel this way again... I would rather die than go on living a life filled with agony.

I want my life back. I want things to be the way before you came into the picture. When my only confusion dealt with what shoes to wear with my new outift? Or how much money I needed to save up? I want my simple life back. My life that had no fear, no heart break, no lies, no betrayal... I want back my happiness and my desire to live.
 

 

 

 

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 Actually, it flows a lot like poetry. It has the feeling of a little butterfly. A butterfly intent on doing something I can't see, but is very real to the butterfly. It really isn't even important to me, only to the butterfly. Sort of a message within a message. Very poetic - and I don't even like poetry.

But I do like the feeling of this piece.

 The broken heart of this poetry comes to life. Here's an idea:

"Within me lay a soul that longs for romance,

however you stole that romance

Give it back ...."

I also loved:You stole my heart, now please just give it back...
whatever is left of it I guess.
I will somehow put it back together...eventually into one whole piece again. It may tak fe me the rest of my life to gather up each individual part and mend it back together.
My heart is no longer a heart, it is a total mess... pieces thrown in every direction... some of these pieces will be lost forever and my heart will never know what it is life to be whole again.
 

I did love it, but you had a spelling error where it says "It may tak fe me the rest of my life to gather up each individual part and mend it back together."

 

 

 thank u for the comments...

i wrote this right after my ex and me split... at 4 am...so i was tired crying and having trouble hitting all the keys...

i did go back thru it to correct any errors...

 

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