I remember every part
Of every argument
Every word
You stabbed my heart with
Everywhere you touched me
And your fingers lingered.
I remember everywhere you took me
Every car you showed me
Every mountain you climbed with me
And how you pushed me to the edge.
I remember everything you taught me
(like how to drive)
And everyone you introduced me to
(your mom).
Because I chose to forget
The chokehold you had on me
Your hands around my neck
Pinning me against the wall
So I would gasp for air
Without you.
I chose to forget how you killed me
So you could revive me
And keep my heart
Because you thought it was yours.
I called you savior
But I never needed saving
Only from you.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall7 days ago in Fiction
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