Finished working on a poem I started writing a few weeks ago. I love the sense of accomplishment that comes over me when I finish a piece of poetry or a work of art. It's as if everything terrible inside me has been released, if only for a little while, and all is right with the world for a moment.

Anyway, the poem:

I broke his heart like the glass I was holding
I watched it shatter and fall in pieces
I stood there staring at the shards on the floor
~tears in my eyes~
Wondering "how did things become what they are?"

The tears rolled down my warm cheeks as I realized
I can't do this anymore
I can't be this again
I can't live this way and do this to anyone
~but you~

I want to leave you now
I want to cry some more
I want to curl up in a ball
I want to be anything but this
~and something stops me~

The way I love you
How you sicken me
The way I cry when you're not listening
It's all very maddening
~and somehow special~

How did we get this far?
~apart~

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