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by Amy M Swanson on Mar 14, 2010. © Amy Merideth Swanson, All rights reserved
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of my heart like shards of broken glass piercing my soul too weary in my emotions to pick them up; too sharp for me to tolerate the feeling of them in my bare spirit and so I simply leave them lying where they fell too many nights ago.
I feel turned inside out
when will it stop?
I hate this sickening feeling pit of my stomach gut wrenching insides twisting trust abused love misused more baggage I can claim (as if I didn’t already have enough) -! all these years you asked for my trust and so I gave it naively.
I feel so foolish.
You come to me
eyes full of tears your wedding ring displayed for me to see. You break my heart. How can I look at you How can I think of us when all these pieces are still lying here reflecting back the pain incessantly like some cruel mirror I wish for just one moment you could feel this pain that torments me *taunts me* I feel so confused.
I love you but some moments... I don’t want to.
I just don’t know what I should do with all these jagged pieces