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Hopefully Gone Forever
“…crazy for thinking my love could hold you.”
As Patsy Cline danced in my mind, I can only see two graves.
One held my heart,
the other is chained up and trapped in a casket.
They are both for the same person, but each a different piece.
The first grave held the ignorant heart, the one
that can easily be deceived;
it was easy to kill and bury.
However, the second was filled with obsession and insanity,
and held my mind in a trance.
It made me hope that he would change
and coaxed me into believing that I actually had a trance.
It was was wild and untamable;
The piece would always pop out my chest and run after him.
It would never tire out
and would always endure the spikes of unrequited love.
I trapped that piece in a cage, but it still tried to escape and run to him, like a drug addict to crack.
It would slam itself against the iron bars,
bleed and bruise itself to exhaustion.
When it finally wore out, I grabbed that piece
and chained it tightly.
I kissed it goodbye and finally buried it away.
On both of the tombs, there is a tiny bit of script,
and it reads, “Here lies two pieces. They died from stupidity.”
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