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    dots Submission Name: To Think He Doesn'tdots

    Author: loveispain
    ASL Info:    23/f/ME
    Elite Ratio:    5.37 - 283/198/51
    Words: 307
    Class/Type: Random Thoughts/Love
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       Whoo....it felt so good to get this out. I guess it's not really a poem...just..me typing and venting... You know..I can deal with a break up...I just have questions...and I wonder things. And it hurts so much to think that he doesn't ask the same questions....that the recent days that have made me literally hurt until I'm crying face down on the floor have been so much easier for him. Am I not worth hurting for?....I guess that hurts more than anything. It wouldn't hurt..if I didn't still love him with every piece of my being.

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    dotsTo Think He Doesn'tdots

    Do you hurt...like I hurt?
    Has the pain seeped into every inch,
    Every crevice, every single piece,
    Of that body I once craved?
    Does my voice resonate in your ears?
    Do you see me in your dreams,
    And feel my body and my touch,
    In your sleep?
    How many times have you fallen,
    To your knees,
    Covered your face with those hands,
    That used to hold mine,
    And cried and bled over everything we have lost?
    Have you wished for second chances,
    Or more days, minutes, seconds,
    Of the love we once shared?
    How many times have you laid in bed,
    Looked to the sky,
    And asked God why He had to make our love,
    Hurt so bad?
    I don't see regret in your eyes.
    I don't hear it in your voice.
    Have you questioned your decision?
    Because I question it every day.
    Do you wonder if it's right,
    If this choice will one day make you smile,
    The way you did when you were with me?
    What if you never feel, ever again,
    The way you felt with me?
    Do the questions bother you?
    Do they tug at heart strings,
    You didn't even know you had,
    Because the questions kill me,
    Every day.
    How can you say my name,
    The name you once called out to in the name of,
    How can you speak it with such,
    You called me wife, and your life, and your light,
    So how am I so replacable, so dispensable?
    I only ask because,
    It feels like you don't care,
    Like it's easy for you.
    Like our love is so easy to forget,
    To get over, to Lose.
    I die every day, I cry every day,
    And every day I ask if you feel any of what I feel,
    Because it hurts so much to think you don't.

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      know the feeling...
    | Posted on 2007-01-24 00:00:00 | by Mr.Ordinary | [ Reply to This ]
      I can really feel your pain in this rant. to read it, made me hurt for you. I hate knowing that you're going through emotions like this at such a young age... but i suppose we've all been through it. i've been there myself a time or two... believe me when i say that love never gets any easier... it's always going to be complicated, and more times than not, it will rare it's ugly head and bite you.... but.. when it's time, you will find the right person, and it wont hurt anymore. All i can really say is... keep your head up, and your heart open, and in time, these questions will fade away, and you will realize that he was never worth feeling like you do right at this very moment.

    | Posted on 2006-11-26 00:00:00 | by Poetic | [ Reply to This ]
      That's always the question, and it is only too horrible that in fact, there's no way to know for sure. My friends went through the same thing, and eventually they stopped asking those questions, because i guess they realized people are just not too honest about saying what they really thought. Sometimes the truth hurts, but sometimes it is a big relief...but then isn't it even more difficult to think that knowing the truth, it would have been better not knowing it at all?
    I guess it is one of those questions that doesn't really have a true answer.

    | Posted on 2006-11-26 00:00:00 | by Ms. DejFruit | [ Reply to This ]

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