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By Courtney Date: 2001 Nov 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.30.20.25.18286]] |
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He didn't take much; A small bag full of my pride, my smile, my devotion. Things I once owned, but slowly, inch by inch, entrusted to him. I had gotten used to his back, watched it walk out, watched it turn itself to me time and time again. Somewhere I felt pain, in a corner of my heart that still possessed desire for his skin. So now, for the last time he was leaving, by my choice. And the corners of my eyes pulled, threatening to spill all the pain from the last year. Every bone ached, and my head pounded with knowledge, a friend I had chosen to ignore for too long. A mouth opened by a lie, is an unloving place. A place unworthy of the rest of your breath, your hopes, the simplicity of your lips. So I looked at his back, and somehow smiled in the face of that enemy, and as the door slammed, so did my eyes. Not out of defeat, but out of relief. Why did this take so long? Why couldn't I get rid of it? Like a toxin in my system, or an old pair of jeans that have no hope for the size of your ass. It was gone, released and so finally, was my breath. |