How do I describe you? The one that helped me pick myself up. The one that said they wouldn't leave, but you did. You left me. You left and said the oldest line in the book. "It's not you, it's me." Like I said, how do I describe the person that was supposed to be there for me. I knew that you would hurt me, but I didn't want to believe the feeling I had in my gut. The feeling of something being wrong every time I saw you or was near you. My love masked that feeling. The feeling of telling myself it isn't true, even though it was. I had put everyone and thing aside for you. All I ever wanted was you, but that wasn't good enough for you. You had to have everything and leave me with nothing, except that feeling. So again I say how do I describe you. I can call you charming or witty, but I'd just be lying to myself. What you are, is a person that I loved and you broke my heart. You broke my soul. You broke me into a million pieces. So if anyone tried to repair me, they would get tired and give up. But what I forgot to mention was I didn't give up on myself. I picked myself up. So thank you for the hurt and the pain, because in the long run you made me stronger than ever.
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A Writers Heart and Mind.
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