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This poem has been written by me entirely. Please do not reproduce this in anyway. Thank you for your consideration.
Closing my eyes, hoping to shun the sadness and tears. Taking a slow breath, I try to ease my pain and fears. Moving silently, I gather my belongings and things. Taking one last glance, I wonder what it all means. This I left behind, near the bed Wanting him to know the thoughts traveling in my head : "He used to be my sunshine. He used to dry my tears. He used to love me, tenderly. He used to calm my fears. He used to be my lover. He used to hold me dear. He used to buy me flowers. He used to bring me wine. He used to love to hold me. He used to be mine. He used to want to be with me. He used up his last line. He doesn't long for me anymore. He doesn't look deep into my eyes. He doesn't whisper sweet nothings. He doesn't try to hid his disguise. He doesn't want me the way that I am He doesn't realize he has caused this cry. There is nothing more I wish for, Than to be his everything. To be his perfect lady, To wear his wedding ring. He wants perfection, Something I cannot give. If he won't accept me the way that I am, Then how will I go on, to live?"