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::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Choice.

Love only hurts if you let it.  

I won't. 

Watch me walk away.  

I'm not sorry to leave you, and your venom, behind.  

Watch me walk away.  
I won't look back.
I won't give in.
I won't allow my world to dim. 
I won't waste my tears. 
I won't spend my years
rationalizing actions caused your fears.

I gave you my heart
and you threw it away
I'm picking it up,
and leaving today. 
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3 comments:

  1. Wine and WordsMay 10, 2011 at 3:30 PM

    It's a powerful thing to state your boundaries...to know when you have to protect yourself with absence.

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  2. Domonique May 10, 2011 at 8:36 PM

    I just love your poem and how you have the lines rhyme.

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  3. jaime3232June 7, 2011 at 2:07 PM

    Great poem, you wont you say but you just may.
    Perhaps it is I who might go back.

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