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Shards

May 31, 2014
By OlajideIbitoye BRONZE, Memphis, Tennessee
OlajideIbitoye BRONZE, Memphis, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
This thing we call failure is not the falling down but the staying down.-Marie Curie


This is unreal
I hate you
Why would you betray me
Oh god I'm gonna die alone
Drowning my sadness in fatty foods and drugs
Blotting the image of you from my mind
Everyday I rip the image of you
and everyday it gets smaller and smaller
harder to see you
I don’t want to sleep in the valley of dolls
With a hole inside of me
Living with void heart ready to destroy with love
In the valley of the dolls ,I don't want to lay my head
I’d rather breathe my last breath amongst the bones of lovers lost
reminded of their scents ,each distinct in their own rights
And loved separately
And I sitting upon those lovely bones ,a hypocrite
Love was my bane
This was my last request to my ginger
Singer of the dark hall
you were mine?
you told me your secrets and let me feed you pizza
you let your heart jump out of your chest
And followed it back to me
Girl I liked your hair ,isn't that enough
I wouldn't let you take advantage of me
I was the superman to your Lois lane
The Scott to your stiles
the peanut to your fried banana sandwich
anywhere the wind blew
I would follow you
I was your forever
Do you remember that?
I was your forever in the numbered days.
Remember me fondly
For I care for you not anymore
I'm through with your wicked games
My life .I long to be a clean and long one
But you will do just the opposite
The opposite you will do ,yes
The catalyst that spurs men to flee
With tails tucked between the hindquarters
You are apathetic to me
,all that surround me
And the winds of change
The winds of change blow
but you are firmly rooted
like a stately sequoia
I share not your feelings of hatred for mankind
especially since I myself am a man
It would be foolish to share such feelings
It would loathsome to allow you to do so
I shall not allow it
but you are the acetic compound that unravels me
Lust is your friend
and I being freed from your entrancing bonds of hatred
So with that being said
I curse you woman of the moon
That who preys on the weak,
and uses her wiles to trick gentlemen into anything her black heart desires
You live your life in bitterness
you fill your heart with emptiness
I've known love once
and she wasn't you.


The author's comments:
This piece as a whole is more of a story/telling of why I can't love her anymore.She took advantage of my love so I had to do something about it.

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