1 Prologue (1)

Lately I have a lot of words bubbling in my head like a bunch of bobble heads. I wonder if I can find the words that need to be said. I wonder how many of my poetic stories are going to go unread . Honestly, numbers don't matter to me when it comes to chances I take . I refuse to lie in a bed that I never had an opportunity to make . I guess I'll play some 'Eminem' and keep pushing with this paper and pen .

I am where we were –with visions impaired And no one to heed or hear the words I say I may reflect a depletion of your character which caused unknown heart attacks and shifted your personality from the racks and I lost track You listen to all the, "THEY SAID" and your words ring in my brains Without haste, I cling to the wrongs and emotions are so suffocating that I can't feel my lungs So many wagging tongues and bogus thorns to slap in love So I implore you to peep a little at what they say when you're not there_ iamlaiti01

"...….and one day I realised it doesn't hurt anymore. There's no pain. Infact there is nothing. I feel nothing. There is an emptiness but it no longer hurts. That stab in my chest I used to feel is gone. I no longer crave for those moments when our bodies were so intertwined and your passion was inside of mine. I no longer long for that one last moment with you because I have finally set you free. After so long –finally. Once again my heart belongs to me."

Your love was suicide –A tragedy!

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