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The Circle

April 10, 2014
By Anonymous

Chippers,
They call that kind.
Those notorious for heartbreaking.
And she knew he was one of them from the second she laid eyes on him,
She knew it more than anything.
But regardless,
When he came into her life like a perfect, raging storm
She let him in.
She couldn’t help it, could she?
She let him knock down all of her walls and windows, just by walking by;
He didn’t even have to say a word.

He came in long enough to leave a swarm of butterflies in her stomach,
But walked away before they could even take flight.
And then those butterflies stayed there,
Eating her away from the inside out,
Until she was left empty.

It was the kind of empty
Like the empty promises,
Like the mixed signals,
Like the things he said to her,
That in the end,
Meant absolutely nothing.
Empty.

Overthinking,
Staring blankly at the floor,
Feeling like you are not good enough; worthless,
Thinking “What if?”,
Feeling a tidal wave of sorrow and regret crashing down upon you,
Are all symptoms of falling in love with a Chipper.

She was embarrassed,
Exposed,
Vulnerable,
Confused,
Conflicted,
But most of all,
Angry.
Angry at herself.
Angry that she opened up her windows and her doors, and let that storm in.
Angry that she allowed those butterflies of his to contaminate her thoughts and feelings.
Angry that her bones gave way to the tidal wave of his poisonous charm.
Angry that she let a Chipper chip her heart away,
Piece by Piece.
And even angrier, for he did it all in silence,
And it was the silence that ate her away
Day by Day.

And, Oh, how she dreaded the day,
When another one of these Chippers will come her way.
Since she knew oh so well that though he was the first,
This heartbreaker certainly won’t be the last.
And the saddest part is,
She, not him,
Will open up those same doors and windows, and expose her tender soul to his cancerous ways, Yet again.
And she will do this, over and over
Even though she knows she couldn’t survive another storm,
Or another swarm of butterflies,
Or another tidal wave.
But after all, she was just a fragile, stupid girl,
For it only took the silence of an even stupider young boy to break her.



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