A Shattered Petal

May 22, 2009
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He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me not.
Plucked, torn, cast away.




First comes anger.
Hot then cold.
Screams then tears.

I catch sight of my face in a mirror.
Lit with fury and anguish.

Now its anguish.
Now I watch my laceration.
My single cut.
Across my heart.

I watch it fester, I feel it sear.
And I am leaking.
It is seeping through my incision.

My feelings.
My vehemence, my grief.

Now there’s calm.
A sweet sea of relief, a bandage to my heart.
My broken heart.

I love him, I love him not, I love him, I love him not.

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dreamer_believer said...
Oct. 2, 2009 at 7:54 pm
wow! i can feel the emotion in this one!! :) you did a great job writing this, and it's creative how you did write it. i like everything you said in the poem, it's very strong! :) bravo...5 stars :) check out some of my work if you can, i would love your feedback.
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