Break

Break

A Story by Tatter
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Once again, venting. I leik venting :D

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Breakbreakbreakbreaking again, my heart shatters into thousands of miniscule pieces, sharp edges embedding themselves into your soft flesh as you tip toe through the mine field of my emotions.One wrong move and BANG! I am broken once more, a living shadow that will follow you forever, haunting your concience and feeding on your fear.

Why do you do these things to me? Leading me like a dog on a chain, for you know I will follow, expecting a cookie at the end of the walk. You should know better, should've known better for now the dog has run away and the mines are erupting, creating a huge, ugly mess that will take weeks to clean up and years to heal.

 I thought I had you figured out, but I was horribly wrong and now I'm paying the price in blood and sanity. So many times has my heart been ripped, but the tear has never been this big, and the blood is pouring from my eyes and soul and even the biggest band-aid can't help me now.

I'm dizzy and falling down the rabbit hole as I chase after the person you once were, but you escape through a door and I refuse to eat the cupcake at the bottom. Did the fall from reality to insanity finally knock some sense into me? Or am I just being foolish? You meant the world and more to me, and living without you is like singing without breathing; it's just not possible.

It's not as if you don't want to see me anymore, it's that I refuse to see you, for you've reached out to me in my little world of platsic faces and purple skies many times, but I refuse to take your hand. I am greedy, and I want the old you, the one who wiped my tears and reassured me, the one who chased away the despair when it held me in it's cold gnarled hands and refused to let go. The one whom I would take a bullet for anyday.

 

The one who loved me. 

© 2009 Tatter


Author's Note

Tatter
I think this one is... Lacking. It just doesn't seem to flow as well as the other. D'oh well. Constructive critisism is always needed. :)

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Added on November 5, 2009
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