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The Breakup

The lights caste a golden glow upon the tears That cascade down the trembling cheek. Her chest shudders with every gasp of breath She fights to take to beat back defeat. He couldn’t tell her face to face his choice To leave her for another, to retract his love. To break all the promises he gave to her, To cherish her heart like he should’ve. The phone lye’s scattered across the floor, Along with her heart and what remains Of her existence; the fibers of bliss. With it gone she will never be the same. So with her sister’s hand, she gathers his things And throws it into the fire’s mouth to see, Her past turn to ash and from there be reborn To something entirely exquisite and free.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 7/12/2013 12:24:00 AM
Yes. The irony of breaking "up" is just that...you can only go "up" from here. Strong & touching emotions here, w/that touch of animosity. Hard hitting!
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