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Unfulfilled

Empty promises; that's all your words are. I care for you, do you even care for me? I've given so much of myself; mind, body, and soul, and it seems that you could care less. You're all I think about night and day and you hardly think of me. I wait for your call or a text. Sometimes I become so hopeful that you'll show up at my door, and yet, it's just another lonely night that I spend to myself. Pain and agony bypass my heart and it cuts deep into my soul, and you wonder why and think, "just let it go". I wonder if there is someone else, and wonder what they have that I don't. I try, try, try, and try too many times, curing the ground that you walk on, then apologizing unnecessarily. Why should I apologize? You've put me on an emotional roller coaster ride; happiness, sadness, and anger rush through me like a tidal wave. Happy when I see you, sad when I cannot, and angry when you don't even care to try. I care more about you than I do myself. My feelings go ignored because I love. I love someone who doesn't love me back.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 4/22/2024 9:23:00 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 2/9/2016 1:36:00 AM
well done
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Date: 3/18/2014 9:07:00 PM
Good men come a dime a dozen. Don't cling to this phony baloney. You will have no trouble at all finding another guy who genuinely cares for you. Good descriptive write.
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