Shattered

Shattered

A Poem by ChristinaAnne
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Giving away too much of yourself to someone means leaving nothing for you to keep.

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You may have my heart,
And you may keep my soul,
It doesn't really matter,
What I need to be whole,
Im handing myself over,
As a true love token,
Im on my knees begging,
That you wont leave me broken,

You have taken my life,
You have stolen my dreams,
Your lies have torn things apart,
They tear me at the seems,
I am nothing without you,
Yet with you I am not me,
What happened to my courage?,
You have murdered my self esteem,

I gave you all that you wanted,
You took all you could take,
I wouldn't have put my heart in your hands,
Had I known my life was at stake,
I fold my hands in defeat,
Because I know I have lost,
But then at last my mind is cleared,
And I pray to God,

And then at once I remember,
That voice inside my head,
The one that knows you better,
The difference between alive and dead,
Maybe I am insane,
Or maybe the wisdom came through,
But finally through all of the darkness,
I can see what I need to do,

Yes you may have my heart,
But you will not come near my soul,
Dont you know without that,
You cannot be whole,
And yes you can feel my love,
But my life will not be tattered,
For if you try to break me,
I refuse to leave here shattered. 

© 2011 ChristinaAnne


Author's Note

ChristinaAnne
One of those poems where you take all of the thoughts flying around in your head and write them down before they slowly kill you from the inside out. Not meant to be something perfect, or confusing.

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That's great.
It has a nice flow and the idea is pretty good too! :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Added on September 25, 2011
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Tags: Love, Broken, Strength

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