April 24, 2010
he loves me.
i know he does.
he tells me he does.
we share, we laugh, we joke, we kiss.
he knows me better than i know myself.
we are together, we are one.
we are LOVE.

it happened.
the worst possible thing.
the line of trust,
broken and shattered.
like when a storm hits and a telephone pole falls.
it ruins everthing.
he is the telephone pole.
ruining everything.

more rumors got out.
more people found out.
and he came back crying to me.
and as much as it hurt me,
i pretended not to care.

and so i ignore the looks,
and the whispers,
and the texts,
and the late night phone calls.
i try my hardest not think of him.
but thats like trying not to breathe,

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volleyballchick said...
Jun. 3, 2010 at 5:15 pm
wow. this poem was absolutely amazing. very beautiful. keep it up. and can you please check out some of my work? thanks. (: keep it up.
joelgoldberg said...
Jun. 3, 2010 at 3:44 pm
This poem is really nice and very true
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