The image. It burns.

by Alexandria   May 27, 2010


The image,
The memory,
It hurts,
It kills.
I know you asked,
But i didn't know it would feel this way.
Sick to my stomach,
Weight on my chest.
Jealousy.
It kills people.
I've never felt it before.
I'm sorry.
I don't want to be one of those crazy jealous girls guys hate :/
I'm not like that,
or at least i wasn't... :/
I'll try and push it away,
Ignore it.
But please don't hate me,
I couldn't take that.........

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  • 13 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    I like the flow of this poem. It was random and all over the place but it makes sense. I fell like you opened your head and just let your thoughts out and the faces you put added to that. I really liked this poem, very creative. Nik

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