October 8, 2009
For at first it is as torment. A sorrow that fills ones self. Each time is as painful as the last.

Tears soak all things that come incontact with it until there are no more tears left to cry.

As days pass and the realization comes that you had been foolish in believing that he was the one. Caught in some perfect fairytale that was too good to be true.

It turns bitter sweet in your mouth like dark chocolate and you let the weight of it cradle you in its protective arms wondering if your heart could love again.

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