AleksMommy
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- Mar 9, 2006
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Haven't written in years. My Ex-husband would go through my personal writings, and that killed the experience for me. But I felt the urge to write tonight. So I did. First poem in 2 years or more.
I’m numb from the coldness
Being burned by his golden ring
I never really liked gold
It’s not right
I don’t care
I love you
What would it take
To have you as my own
To have and to hold
It’s not him
He’s not bad
But he’ll never be you
You say you love me now
Then how can you walk away
Eighteen months and not counting
He means nothing
He’s a pawn
Something to try to replace you
Irreplaceable
He’ll never be you
No one will ever be you
Love and hate
Four letter words
They rip my heart apart
It’s worth it
A thousand wounds
For three words
No one else
Will ever be
You
I’m numb from the coldness
Being burned by his golden ring
I never really liked gold
It’s not right
I don’t care
I love you
What would it take
To have you as my own
To have and to hold
It’s not him
He’s not bad
But he’ll never be you
You say you love me now
Then how can you walk away
Eighteen months and not counting
He means nothing
He’s a pawn
Something to try to replace you
Irreplaceable
He’ll never be you
No one will ever be you
Love and hate
Four letter words
They rip my heart apart
It’s worth it
A thousand wounds
For three words
No one else
Will ever be
You