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Christian Spence

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

18 poems·Since June 2014

I have been writing poetry since age 5 where I first learn to turn my pain into a beautiful art work that could speak more words then anything I could ever speak. I am passionate about writing because in writing I found the voice which had been hidden for so long.

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Why?

June 26, 2014
She loved me. But she later loved to hate me. She kissed me. But later kissed the thought to negate me. She betrayed me with everything she would say to me. And she'd say that she helped me, but never once did she save me. She enslaved me. Whipped me with thoughts that now bring my heart decay. Because I'm still trying to find the correct words to say. When your the one who broke this love, but I'm the fool who has to pay. My body lays awake with this hopeless dismay. That grows stronger and stronger everyday you stay away. I can not fathomb the reasoning of WHY you could not stay. But I'm broken upon the thought that its you who made me feel this way. So I will forget about the pain and overlook my ball and chain. I'll do the same as you, which is turn and walk away. Because in the end I can wait and question WHY? But I no longer wish to cry.
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