he doesnt love me
but i still love him
well
a peice of me does
i dont know how it survived the nuclear war within me
it was a long month
but no nuclear winter has followed
i was determined not to let that happen
but who am i to say im not bitter
as ignorant as i have been
let the rain fall on my face
i need to be refreshed
the humidity in my soul is forming gloomy eeyore clouds
the thickness of the air is suffocating
i need to breathe
let pureness fill my lungs
i want to inhale the breeze itself
you knocked the wind out of me
but i got back up
and my heart is sore
in this one spot
the spot that still holds onto you for some reason
a stubborn little speck
that replays memories of you
and words you said to me
over and over
and over
it tries to steal my sanity from my shivering hands
but i wont let it
i am
getting
back
up
i
will
get back up
i will
i will

k.g.

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