Remainder

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By bedazzled

I’m only a remainder, whatever’s left after repressing every part of me that’s you. This scene is muted for to speak would be to fall back into your arms. I don’t balance blame but I’m not saying sorry for your mistake or for my footsteps. Baby I’ll watch memories tiptoe on windowsills and sleep soundly within coffee cups. Fractured by contrast, a silhouetted world where I turn from what I know is bad for me. There is no oxygen in goodbye. The moon still glows, the rain still falls and I owe you nothing for leaving me broken.

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August 3, 2007 05:57mytruth

This poem has a lot of emotion. I liked it a lot!