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My Confession


 

I have said it once

I’ve told it before

Unfortunately

My love for you

was so much more

than yours to me

therefore

It didn’t end happily


You used me

abused me

chewed me up and spit me out

You crushed my confidence

and filled me with doubt


Made me feel like I wasn’t good enough

and I wish I could be better, more tough

Be able to make it through

without thinking about you


But for some reason I can’t

all I do is rant and rant

About all my flaws and regrets

and how you probably never think about me, I bet


I feel locked in a dungeon

Small, cold, filled with depression

Locked with a key

that cannot be opened by me


For it’s hidden away in a unreachable place

Which there is left no trace

It’s your warm love that fits that lock

but to reach that, I’d have to turn back the clock


To the time that I was actually happy everyday

Where a smile appeared on my face when you came my way

and life seemed so simple, so perfect

Where I actually felt like I was worth it


But now I don’t anymore

Because my heart and love is what you tore

You took the vibrant, happy light away

and it pains me to see you day by day


slowly forgetting about me

and everything that we used to be

and all the memories we’ve ever had

the good times, and even the bad


So tell me-


what am i supposed to do

without you

in my life?

that is now filled with sadness and strife


as a result of your absence.

Now your disappearance

from my life haunts me to the core

knowing that you don’t love me anymore


and i have and will always hold that passion for you

My one, my only, my true...


SOULMATE


So what is this confession I possess,

and now must let you know?


I’m a philophobic

and forever will be

as my eternal heartbreaks throb and grow

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Vivian16
<p>I created this poem about forever ago, so it was a time when I was kind of in a bad place, so sorry for the depressing qualities. Also, I realize it&#39;s real mushy bla bla so sorry about that too. I wrote it for my older sister who needed a poem, but I apparently misunderstood her guidlines and she said it was supposed to be more corny rather than deep and gushy. Yet, it did still come from the heart so hopefully it&#39;s not too bad.</p><p>Hopefully everyone will enjoy, if not, that&#39;s understandable.</p><p>Thanks</p>

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