Another poem written ages ago. It stems from what I can kinda consider my only break up. But regardless it was still painful.
Sweet dreams
You don’t get to see me cry, my tears are not your souvenirs, you didn’t hold me tight when you lied, you weren’t there to love me when you cheated, I won’t give you the joy of watching me crumble like sand to the ocean, see this edge, I walked away because I’m like you, I can pretend it never mattered to me just like a river in another country that has yet to run dry, as you pull away know you were never part of me when you were inside my own, and now with a widowed heart and a shattered mirror I look foreword and away from the blood you bled when I bit your lips goodbye, sweet dreams liar of my heart
Megan Elizabeth Brown
3/8/07
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