I need to let it fall,
fall far,
fall deep,
where i know it will be forever out of reach.
Is it wrong to be sad,
still.
I think,
i'm horriable,
not worth the time,
a worthless memory.
It was what I learned from love.
It wasn't that to anyone but me,
but it was that.
It's what you think,
what I need you to think.
Empty hope,
desperate glue,
holding so little but so much.
I'm done being pathetic all alone.
I'm finished,
and defeated.
It's about being broken,
the people who shatter,
and the people who chip.
Hallelujah,
to me,
because who else..
do I need?
2007-11-17
11:05:21
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Miss Madeline
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Poetry