Old Letters

Why do I do this to myself? I ask myself that each time
How pathetic I seem, how sad, how lonely.
Yet, here I sit reading your letters
You know the ones where you promised to love me forever
How much I meant to you
All those broken promises, lies really if you think about it
I believed you, I gave my heart, my soul, my life to you
For what?
A dream that we would be together?
Foolish, how foolish I feel now.
My hand wipes the tears away, and I wonder why I still cry over you
My hate has left, but not the pain your memory can bring.
You would think that after so many years
You wouldn't still have this power over me.
Page after page, lie after lie
And then what would I do if I did hear from you again?
Would I shatter like a glass hitting the floor
shards of splintering glass lying in a brokenness
Reflecting what you did when you left
I ask myself, why can't I throw these away?
I get no answer.
 
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I Like this piece. The Emotion is wonderfully put into every word. I think anyone whos been in love and had it end can identify with it. Keep up the good work.
 
I would agree. And now that you have posted something of this capacity, I also have a gauge on how well you might roleplay. Care to start something up?
 
You may not know what's going on with me, but pretty much everyone else does, so let me just say, in regards to this piece...

Ouch.

You struck a chord.
 
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