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Promises have realized themselves
And I wonder how i ever could have
Despised thier ignorance.
The chains of "forever" violently snapping
(yet scars never healing,
only hidden).
And i am despertly searching
For pieces i have lost,
Both pieces of myself
And pieces of him.
Once whole,
Now left to mold wholeness from emptiness
As promises echo through my head.

Love-
Letters or meaning?
I once thought i had the wisdom
of years far beyond my own,
But here i am left
Knowing nothing.
Blind, deaf, mute;
Terrified of this world,
A world without his saftey.
"Independence" the word i hear all voices urging.
Those voices do not know
The severity of thier request.

My memory drifts upon
Scraps of charred paper,
Words he had written
Long before my name had rose from his throat
Words that make me aware
of his destructive cycle
Words that brand me foolish
For ever thinking love to be true.

Left here, am I.
Still loving,
Still making promises to a ghost.
Truly a pathetic site:
My Tears,
His indiffrence.
Old as time is my dilema,
Just as old is my pain.
Yet I feel i am the only one
To beat thier heart,
Breath thier breath,
Yet die, at only sixteen.