So Not Over YouA Poem by Riley BrayEven when you know you should be, sometimes you can't help it.Your texts were my alarm clock each morning, Buzzing to our tune to alert me And saying, "Morning, sweetie. How are you feeling?" I would lay in my bed, grasping my heart And smiling ridiculously as we poked fun at each other Preparing for the day to start. And it was wonderful, for a while But we began to notice the imperfections in each other And our irritations made for quite the pile. And you started making me cry Early in the morning And very late at night. Curled up with the teddy bear you gave me last Valentines Tightly against my chest And dying slowly inside. I began not to get a, "Sweet dreams, my love," And instead I got squat And we had nothing to speak of. And we separated, shortly thereafter, It was mutual, really, But still I was haunted by the lack of my laughter. I was hollow for the longest while, A case for someone who gave her heart away And every centimeter step I took, without you, it was a mile. And then you came back to me, Begging, honestly, And for a short time, we were again happy. But we should have known that those imperfections Can't be fixed so easily Because, for the second time, someone else had your affections. And again, we separated, I wanted to be the only one you wanted, But again I felt heavily sedated and saturated. The next time you wanted me back though, The hole you made in me by leaving opened wider, And I had to say no. I cant allow myself to be a doormat, Even for the one I loved so deeply, Because if you truly loved me, our life wouldn't just be a news broadcast. I saw the hurt in your eyes, or, it was probably actually surprise, Because I don't think you expected me To be the reason for our relationships ultimate demise. And I still cry myself to sleep at night, sometimes, Cuddling with the teddy bear you gave me whose stuffed heart was ripped long ago And I think of what we could have been had you not been full of lies. And though I know I said I had no more feelings, that we were totally through, And that you could, "find business elsewhere," The truth is, I'm still so not over you.
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13 Reviews Added on April 25, 2013 Last Updated on August 22, 2013 AuthorRiley BrayAbout"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you."---Maya Angelou "I'm not even going to get mad anymore...I'm just gonna start expecting the lowest from the people I thought h.. more..Writing
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