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Meet My Ex

Hold me close,                                                                               Attempt sleep and cry.
Kiss me like it’ll be your last,                                                       Became a zombie,Devour me,                                                                                      Didn’t meet my own friends eyes,Because soon you’ll have to fast.                                               Got trapped in the stories,The word faithful,                                                                            Got caught up in the lies.It seems so loosely used,                                                            Yes, I am fine,Especially after you,                                                                       I said I’m okay,And your emotional abuse.                                                          Said goodbye to another friend,You swore at me,                                                                           Whom I let you push away.You messed with my head,                                                          Let you access my account,You rid of my friends,                                                                     Take my hard earned pay,Almost left me for dead.                                                                I was supporting you,The car, what happened?                                                            Yet you still took my independence away.Two wheels on its side,                                                                I broke down,Into a tree,                                                                                       Turned to the one person left,Silence, shock, I didn’t cry.                                                           Begged my Mum to help me,The gas it swirled,                                                                         To sort out this mess.It choked up my lungs,                                                                  I left while you were at your mates,Said I couldn’t leave you,                                                              Drunk and stoned,Said I was the one.                                                                        Not sure you even noticed,I still didn’t see it,                                                                           Until you saw dinner not on the stove.The threats you gave my friends,                                               You put your fist into my birdcage,One was gay, harmless,                                                              My bird had a go at you,              I should’ve stopped it then.                                                         Even she felt betrayed,Yet I stayed,                                                                                    And she was partly raised by you.No idea why,                                                                                                                                                                                           
Thought I couldn't escape,
— artygirl87, Mar 08, 2010

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Mark

16 years 3 months ago

Me either

Did you type this in? If not try clicking on edit (save it if you don't already have it saved) delete the poem text (make sure the area is completely empty) and try typing it in. The submit a poem page can easily handle this length, artygirl. It looks like a good write on a first view for me. Truly, Mark You are the leaf, I am the tree. Cling onto me, I'll grow into you. http://www.neopoet.com/node/36042
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Kinsalegreg

16 years 2 months ago

This is really raw - if it

This is really raw - if it is autobiographical then I hope the catharsis has moved you foward. It's like a text book example of violence against women. Do you know the Florence and the Machine song "Kiss With a Fist" ? Take care and live your own life free. Peace and Love Patrick
artygirl87

artygirl87

16 years 2 months ago

Thanks Patrick. Yes it is

Thanks Patrick. Yes it is based on fact. It is also a part of my past I can now look upon as a learning experience.
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Skybones777

16 years 2 months ago

Trust

Why is it the ones we love and trust the most ... turn out the one the hurt us the most... and this pain never goes away... Peace...LatEr8^)