Breathe

July 6, 2010
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I finally came back,
Fear clawing at my stomach.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Trying to be relaxed.
Every joint,
Muscle,
Thought,
As tense as possible.
Shaking,
Trembling aspen.
You b****ed me out,
But in a
Sort of civil way.
I was okay.
Then you started
Talking behind my back,
Whispered insults,
And I couldn’t breathe,
And I wanted to punch you
In the face.
Like, legit,
As you would say.





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twilightfan101 said...
Aug. 10, 2010 at 3:28 pm
Wow i really like this poem. i had a similar situation once where i found out my BEST friend wasn't even a friend at all- she dropped me for another friend. Good job. keep writing.
 
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