Broken China

Broken China

A Poem by Skylar Elizabeth Hunter
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This is dedicated to the friend who survived the abuse.

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i watched it 
i saw you go from
lively
to empty
the spirited side of you
suffocated slowly
but you loved him
god, did you love him
but that love
it blinded you
real love 
doesn't hurt
it doesn't
cause lumps 
in your throat
you tiptoed
around his cold body
as if 
he was 
fine china
that would shatter
at any given time
he never deserved
such a beautiful person
someone who
put in everything
never asking for anything
you
you are
a goddess 
yet
he treated you
as a wastebasket
one he threw
all of his problems into
maybe he thought
that would make them
leave him finally
so he could
be at peace
with both himself
and his demons
but you are
not a holder
for all his issues
your heart
was never meant for 
those sickening words
"i love you" 
doesn't erase 
"no one else will ever want you" 
"you're beautiful" 
doesn't cover up 
"you're a b***h" 
if he is 
truly
in love with you
he would treat you 
like a freshly bloomed daisy
not act like
he will break 
if you lay a finger on his skin
there is no justification
for the hell he put you in

© 2017 Skylar Elizabeth Hunter


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You have a very interesting writing style that helps get your message across. The message was well put together. Nice Work!

Posted 6 Years Ago


This is something meant to be seen through the blindfold that love puts around our eyes. True love doesn't mean accepting yourself as a punching bag for the other. A much-needed piece. Loved it

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Skylar Elizabeth Hunter
Skylar Elizabeth Hunter

Staunton, VA



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I tend to hold onto the good memories I had with people before we fell through. I remember the reason we spoke in the first place and what kept us going. But I tend to forget why we stopped. And w.. more..

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