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Emmarunway

Sometimes you don't get the love of you life.

sometimes the love of your life thinks they can do better and in your mind you think they can too.

when a sparkly Barbie stands in front of you with a waist the size of your wrist, its hard to think other wise.

sometimes the love of your life dresses like your best friend since you were 13 talking about girl friends which starts a fire in your gut made of nausea and anger and jealousy. sometimes the fire takes you to your bed where your cheeks stings like thistles as the salt from your tears burns down your face leaving tracks. You lie in the dark while your gums throb from sobbing and you pray sleep would just come and take you away from the pain.

as you grow up the love of your life still has the ability of making you feel 13 again but more pathetic as you are told with age you will learn.

 

you meet someone else and grow to the love them and you start a family. the love of your life realises your worth and that you're their missing piece but its all too late.

 

some times you don't get the love of your life.

  • Author: Emmarunway (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 20th, 2017 15:53
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Comments2

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME EMMA ~ Thanks for your first poem ~ Well written but full of despair and indecisions. We all (M & F) desire to find "The Love of our Life" sometimes we marry them (I'm still single) sometimes we let them go ! In some Countries (where arranged Marriages are the norm) couples don't fall in love until after they are married' Your last line is true but scary "Some times you don't get the love of your life". Thanks for sharing ~ You will find MPS an empathetic site. Please check my POEMS ~ Thanks ~ Yours BRIAN

  • burning-embers

    All true, nicely observed and written about. Quite a fresh angle of approach you have and i like it. More please.



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