September 21, 2009
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My stomach dropped.
Perspiring i stood, gasping for air.
wondering what i did wrong.
I relenquished my hopes, I recalled old dreams.
Become empowered.
Part from childhood and replace it with maturity.
Flowing rapidly, thoughts came.
He was still speaking but all I heard him say
was "i'm sorry. It's just not going to work."
I was more than simply hurt.
Miss it? Maybe. The good times, I guess.
Playing mind games, however, is what boys do best.

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ninian said...
Oct. 2, 2009 at 4:02 pm
i'm sorry he broke up with you. i love your poems though.
igotchucks92 replied...
Oct. 3, 2009 at 9:38 pm
Thanks. :) It really means a lot that you like my poetry.
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