For an eternity of false peace,
I had given the very essence of my life.
I cried and begged for the aching pain to cease
In my head I could only pray for the gentleness of a knife-
My soul remained intact but was shredded with every gust of wind.
Scared, broken, and abused, I clung to everyone like a lost kid.
I knew My love was not mine to give.
There was a point in where I realized it almost never existed.
For a thousand days I was angry,
I was angry- terrified of having nothing.
I cried and breathed for the need to feel something.
For a thousand days I prayed.
For a thousand more my heart would sway.
In those thousand days,
I had finally found that only the memory would stay.
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