Two hundred and twenty one

By silentninja

One hundred and ninety three
*
One hundred and ninety four
*
One hundred and ninety five
*
I slowly count as I pick up the pieces
*
One hundred and ninety six
*
My hands bleed rom the sharp fragments cutting away
Into my skin
Tears pour down my face
*
One hundred and ninety seven
*
I trusted you with all my heart
*
One hundred and ninety eight
*
I will never forgive you for how you hurt me
I now hate you for the way you tore out my heart
I still love the way you left
*
One hundred and ninety nine
*
Every little piece counts for another broken memory
Of lies, betrayal, and deception
*
Two hundred
*
Now you'll never comeback
to her
to him
to them
ever again
*
Two hundred and one
*
Two hundred and two
*
Two hundred and three
*
You belong to me now
You should of never of lied
You should of never of broke my heart
*
Two hundred and four
*
I weep as I pick up the billions of pieces
*
Two hundred and five
*
Two hundred and six
*
I'll bury your memory inside my heart shaped box
*
Two hundred and seven
*
If I regret anything
There is just one thing
*
Two hundred and eight
*
Two hundred and nine
*
Two hundred and ten
*
Why did I have to blow your fucking brains out
All over my new rug
*
Two hundred and eleven
*
Two hundred and twelve
*
Two hundred and thirteen
*
I never knew how many pieces there would be
*
Two hundred and fourteen
*
Two hundred and fifteen
*
Your Lovely head remains scattered
And yet I still love you
*
Two hundred and sixteen
*
Two hundred and seventeen
*
Two hundred and eighteen
*
Two hundred and nineteen
*
Two hundred and twenty
*
My porcelain doll
*
Two hundred and twenty one
*

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Copyright 2010 silentninja
Published on Tuesday, October 5, 2010.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

This was inspired by a poem I read back in 2005
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  • A former member wrote: Beautiful! I love how it seems a bit sad at the beginning, and then slowly turns macabre as the scene is slowly being unveiled to show an unsettling backstory. Good work. Really good work.

  • A former member wrote: very intresting at first i though u were counting the pieces of ur heart not their brain very nice

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