Stand Out

A Heart's Bitter Awakening

Crushed,

Torn,

Burned,

Hurt,

None of this matters,

None of this is important,

No one thinks this is a major event,

I mean, it's just a heart break... right?

There are plenty more just like it.

It's not special at all.

Broken,

Bruised,

Cut,

Bleeding.

This even isn't even rare,

This happens everyday,

I'm just another person,

Experiencing my first heart break,

It's not even unique,

Beaten,

Sore,

Pained.

Tortured,

So;

Why does this feel different?

Why should this have a meaning?

Why do I want to feel the sympathy of another living, breathing, similar soul?

One who knows my pain?

Crying,

Hospitalized,

Ripped,

Thrown away...

Oh that's right.

It's because this is no ordinary person,

This is a person who was and still is (or at least seems to be) my one true love,

He makes me feel like I can take on a thug,

a killer,

a rapist,

and survive,

untouched,

unharmed.

Then... why is he hurting me?

Why is he the source of my pain?

Well, here's my heart's bitter awakening,

I'm not his filthy whore,

I'm not his slut,

I'm not his girlfriend,

I'm not that girl over that,

Standing next to him,

I'm not her... (sometimes though... I wish I was, even if it were to kill me... because I love him... ♥)

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I know, a bit depressing... but hey, it's poetry, I think it's kind of motivating to say I'm not a slut... wouldn't you be celebrating if you were a virgin who didn't sleep with or go out with just anybody?

Loves and Kisses,

Danie ♥