How can your heart stand the guilt of breaking the heart of a young girl?
She cannot trust anyone, nor can she love anyone with the fear of that same tragic ending.
The scene replays in her mind as she tries to love a man who loves her so.
She tries to give her all, but her heart holds her back because it is afraid.
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She feels your sickly scent on her skin and your suffocating panting breathing on the back of her neck when she is alone.
She has the recurring nightmares of your dark malicious laughter taunting her, Asking for more pieces of her body that she does not want to give.
As you sit there breaking the hearts of other young girls she has not moved on.
She stays there like the permanent dirt that lives under your fingernails hoping that you'd feel the guilt and give her the permission to move on.
But you don't or you haven't so she stays there... stuck. Waiting for you to say "When".
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My Poems
PoetryI write poetry like everyday. And just wanted to post some of them (not all cause that wouldn't be very pretty). My biggest insperation was my seventh grade math teacher. Thank You Mrs. (not gonna say your name). Thank you for being the most boringe...
