May 28, 2009
By Jean Shew BRONZE, Lakewood, Washington
Jean Shew BRONZE, Lakewood, Washington
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Opening my phone, I see it
Your face, your small smile
Something inside me twists
A double-edged knife
The jagged edge of both sides tearing into me
Leaving spaces of irreplaceable confidence
I’m lost
And despite these sustained injuries
I am eager to pleas
In spite of the way I purposefully cut myself
Over and over for you
I still love you
I love you with every piece of me
Broken and missing
Each bit you hold preciously
between claws
Your shredding what damage she repaired
You’re looming over me like a shadow
Sewed to me with Wendy’s precious thimble
Never leaving
Haunting my dreams
Cackling at my tears
Taking selfishly when I have no choice
I must give
Keep on giving
Satisfy your desires
Or bear the guilt of your unhappiness
This sick
Twisted love
Is broken
And this time
Your words cant fix it
You cant run
I will always be there
I will always love you
We are…

The author's comments:
I wrote this after a fight that almost broke me down. This is the reason I didn't break down.

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