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mccreadyisgod

So I lost my mind for 18 months:

And I drowned.
She held my head under and I breathed water,
Knowing it filled my lungs.

And I burned.
She held the flame under me and I waited,
Just wanting to be warm.

And I bled.
She cut and drained me and I watched the flow,
Trying to purge myself of superficiality.

And I was beaten.
She bludgeoned me with her smiles and I asked for more,
As each blow brought me closer to unconsiousness.

Until:

I awoke.
She let me see herself as a person...
...and I opened my eyes,
And knew I could die no more for her.

And I cried.
She made me love her, obsess over her, believe her infallible...
...and I lover her still,
And will always love her.

But:

I am alive.
She also lives, although in a different universe, and I admire the postcards,
But today (if no other day) I live within myself.

tsopotelba

It's hard getting over someone. It's even harder when you don't want to get over them. Maybe impossible.

Nicely constructed, by the way.

Anna_falk

It seems to me you loved her more than you loved yourself..
but I know it's just a poem.

rarghrargh-brownstar

thats deep
thanks for sharing.

mccreadyisgod

Anna_falk wrote:

It seems to me you loved her more than you loved yourself..

The sad thing is, it's true and always was true, but two days ago I would've been proud of that fact. Now I realize it was just one more reason why it would never work.