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Contradiction of Conditions

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EatingMyOwnFears

Published: Jul 23, 2009

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A Contradiction of Catastrophic Conditions

Tumultuous as a flash summer storm I am spilt out;
the permanent stain on your otherwise spotless record.

Filled with great need but empty as the vast chasm
I am the choice you want to ignore but never can forget.

Shattered from your carelessness,
Desolate from your departure,
Uneven from the merciless tears in my spirit,
and Undone from the sudden incompleteness left behind.

Never will I be fully healed
and yet
every day I give thanks for the damage you fashioned.

One day Men of knowledge will say I could have said no and then they will argue why I did not. There will be no answer for their endless yet intellectual questions.

It was my choice to accept your invitation and I can blame no one; not even myself.

I drank from your devastation and wallowed in the lonely negations.

I am all and nothing

I am unsavable yet satisfied

I am yours yet never can be again

You will hate me forever and I am the only one who will ever truly love you.

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Eloquent-Weapon wrote Uneven
(05/04/14 - well that sucks. Dude deleted his account

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The line "Shattered bones, desolate,
uneven, undone," caught my attention
and my incohereant thoughts eventually became
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This piece was something I worked on for sometime,
rewording, reorganizing as I read it alloud agian and again.

Edit: I think this goes in the tainted love series. eatingmyownfears.deviantart.co… hmm...

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