How Does it Feel?

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Broken hearts and strong minds
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Donna_J
Donna_J
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The breeze kisses the back of my neck. The sensation always a small cue that disrupts my peace like an intruder.
Your trickster smile that once healed my soul passes in flashbacks. Memories cutting like a blade, a reminder that what once used to be, is nothing now.
Something beautiful, now tarnished into a plagued darkness.
Will this Pain ever ease?

I exist with the pieces.
Pieces of you. Pieces of me. Scattered in the dark.
My fingers are scarred from their edges. Still trying to put the delicate puzzle back together again. But we are too fragile.
Broken beyond repair.
How did we get here?

Your words hurt, my darling.
But I took them like hits. Forever echoing in the depths of my mind.
You are the voice that follows.
The voice that awakens me when I begin to forget.
Will you ever go away?

Every time l get the false sense that I’m ok.
I’m free.
I’m reminded that my existence is nothing but a gilded cage now.
I’m always running.
Chasing my light.
Remember how bright it used to shine?

There were always lessons to the suffering. You taught me hearts are meant to be broken. So go ahead and take it. Wear it like a trophy.
Bask in the false sense that you own me.

I’ll smile and keep pulling the strings.
The weakest can break a heart. But it takes the strongest to break a mind.
Your lessons taught me well.
Now how does it feel?

Donna_J
Donna_J
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Donna_JDonna_J6 months agoAuthor

@Bn2f

I appreciate your kindness, and I do agree that we all need someone to do those things. I unfortunately have been doing it all myself, and that one slipped.

I will try what you said so I can make sure it’s edited.

Again THANK YOU for you kindness! I’m definitely shaking off the criticism.

Bn2fBn2f6 months ago

Everyone here, and I do mean EVERYONE, is in need of either an editor or a friendly advisor to give their work the once over. Shake off the criticism, especially if from anonymous members. It’s an easy process to go back and fix errors, if you choose. The instructions are in the FAQ but off the top of my head it’s simply adding (Edited) to the title and then resubmitting with your corrections.

AnonymousAnonymous6 months ago

"[G]uilted" should be gilded. That is, covered with gold.

Consider buying a copy of Strunk & White's Elements of Style.

Donna_JDonna_J6 months agoAuthor

I apologize about the typo. I just noticed it…. Ugh.

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