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The Eclectic Pen - Broken-Hearted

By: Claudia (BrokenWing)   + 21 more  
Date Submitted: 9/22/2008
Last Updated: 9/22/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 148
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I wake to a pillow soaked with sorrow, Tangled in my dreams of him. So the grey, rainy day begins, though the forecast predicted sun. If only it were over. I wrote him poetry, fashioned him gifts made by my own loving hands. He made me happy for a short while, made love to me with words tender and sensual, healed my wounded soul and made me whole again. I trusted him with my innermost feelings, stripped myself bare; He trampled my gentle heart underfoot. I thought I'd found a kind and sensitive kindred soul. Now he's always too busy or tired to talk to me. That he no longer wants me is agonizingly clear. Life is so desolate without my lover and best friend. How did I drive him away? Did I love him too well? Said he loved me. Who was I kidding, imagining he cared? A Performance worthy of an oscar. Now his icy indifference cuts me to the marrow. His absence left so huge a void in my soul my thoughts echo. I’m splintered into a thousand jagged shards. Rejected by both men in my life, completely unlovable. The man with the power to make me happy possessed the power to destroy me. He did.

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