FeltA Poem by MandarinOrangesI felt you leave before your feet crossed the uneven floor.
I felt the world end, fall apart and shatter, with the slamming of the door.
I felt my heart burn, disintegrate to a pile of ash, never to feel anything more.
I felt used, abused nothing more to you than just another score.
I felt, I felt... oh what does it matter, I don't know what I'm telling you for.
For I felt the lack of your remorse in every shred of me you tore. © 2008 MandarinOrangesAuthor's Note
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