We Used to be.

September 27, 2010
By blondie7 SILVER, Centerville, Iowa
blondie7 SILVER, Centerville, Iowa
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I cry, but you dont see,
I bleed, but you feel nothing.
You say its foever, but do you know what that means?
You say you can't breath, when you're right next to me.
Oh but darling, I can see, you're breathing just fine with me.
I hear trust me, but those words, don't mean anything to me.
I've been broken, hurt, and beaten, but that dont mean I'll let you keep mistreating.
I'm hard to handle, or even controled at all,
Tell me you love me, well, I'll just laugh in your face,
For you'll never hear this pretty face say such sickness, such hurt.
For there are two kinds of love.
One that is meant to be,
One that mistreats, takes your heart, and rip's you apart.
Though, I've had both, I was set free.
Just not without the pain, and memories of what we used to be.

The author's comments:
what inspired me was my past relationship with a guy i really thought was specail and even though i was put through so much pain i stuck around because i was scared of the truth afried that if i opened my eyes and told someone i'd lose the best thing to be, now iv know that no matter what never let it happen.

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