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[bodytext] => One night while stirring up the traumas That have been locked inside my head I slowly came to a revelation As I laid lifeless on my bed And though I cannot tell you For the complexity is vast I can finally asure you You're a figment of the past Months ago--maybe years You told me you were mine Then crushed up beneath the dirt When all the love turned to hurt I came across familiar artifacts That I regarded as a find But in the dawning days Before the storm came through I didn't know I was in peril I couldn't see that side of you Then days turned into weeks And the weeks went by so fast And I swear to you right now You're a figment of the past When broken in my room You went through all the lines And I'm stunned I couldn't see it But you were never mine You held me up--or so it seemed In good times and in bad Then one day, you let me go And we lost all we ever had She walked right by your window I stood beside your agony Coursing like the wild river You began to run away from me Once I caught right back up Once I stayed far behind Once I couldn't keep the pace I knew that you were never mine And here I lay, running through these scenes Of senseless, worthless fantasies Then you came into my midnight dreams Where nothing's quite as it seems And in my recollection It was there all along You say that I'm to blame But I swear I'm still the same You can point your finger But you were wrong No more beatings in the night When I can't stand to be alone Because really, even next to you I never felt at peace; at home You tore my soul out from under me I let you take the best of me And what was mine in return? Waiting for the final burn When she walked in and stole my heart When I knew things were falling apart And when I spoke the words Not knowing where to start My revelation stands to be You were never right for me You were a lesson I had to learn To protect my future and prevent the burn And though the searing wounds still stings I've come face-to-face with more painful things I don't need you now Like I did before I don't need your lies Anymore Time grows thin with each passing day And I'm alright with losing all we had If it wasn't for your brutal deciet You wouldn't be a figment of my past And I wouldn't have acquired what I now have [comments] => 2 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 19 [informant] => satanssecret1369 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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