March 2016

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You came and left me with the hollow corpse  of your inner-most being.
You came and showed me the beautiful garden that bloomed within the depths of your soul, that blossomed through your smile.
You came and sparked my dead heart back to life and left the engine running with no one to drive it elsewhere but the spot where it once broke down.
You came and spoke words that filled me up with hope and left me hanging off the cliff for another day.
You came and made it so easy to spill my deepest darkest sins and secrets out to you, and in return you shared.
You came and made me see a better future with you, but I suppose you never saw the same.
It felt like love from the time I caught a glimpse of you, not intentionally, but I still did.
I wasn't looking for love, I wasn't looking for someone; and in times of not looking, guess what I found?    
I found you. I found you in all you were. I put myself on the line to trust you, to let go. I did what I never did before. Only to be let down once more. Only to be crushed and bruised.

I'm delicate. I've broken down my hard shell in order to be fragile once more, in my truest rawest form and you came in and hurt me the way I was most afraid of...You hurt me... 
You ripped my heart out after you had me.. Hook, line, and sinker.

I try to forget. I try to stop. This has never happened. I never fell this hard this fast. I can't stop thinking about you. I can't get you out of my head. My heart hurts because I can't seem to bring myself to ask you how you are.

It seems like you've moved on past me. My time was up. My time was done. It's finished.
That small window of opportunity I had for those short days, it's closed, it shut.

If only I could turn back time and reset the clock. If only I could do things differently and figure out how to know you better.

I'm glad I didn't go too far or it would hurt so much more. Maybe this is a lesson. Maybe this is on purpose. Maybe I'm suppose to learn how to deal with my fear of rejection this way.

If it is, it's a pretty cruel assignment to a pretty cruel ending. I spilled my heart, soul, and mind to you.

But I guess you had more to worry about...
I'm not sorry I met you. But I'm sorry I stumbled into your world. I'm not like you. I'm just a lost and confused, silly girl.

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