I can't believe how fast he got over me.
He removed every thought concerning me from his cluttered mind.
That's what happened.
That's what happens with everyone that has encountered my being.
It happens the same way each time.
"You're leaving?" I say.
Without a word, they run back into Society's freedom, and close the door.
I fall to my knees, begging him not to go. I didn't want to go through this for the millionth time.
I speak. Then they leave.
They all leave.
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Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
