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What I Gave You

What I gave was never returned and it was a destroyer.

By Dean TraylorPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read
What I Gave You
Photo by Marek Studzinski on Unsplash

I.

What I Gave You

was my heart and soul.

In return you tore them in two.

II.

My heart stopped beating.

My soul stopped breathing.

As their lifeless forms

Hit the floor.

III.

I should’ve known

You weren’t worthy.

I’d take them back,

if I had the chance,

and cast them in armor.

And never,

ever

let the likes of you

dig your claws,

deep into my skin and bones.

IV.

Now I know

the life I built for you

Lie ruined at your feet.

V.

I’ll take my heart

and my soul,

mend them as one.

VI.

I must move on from this

hell you created.

What I gave you,

was a waste.

You couldn’t give yours in return,

locked it up

in a cube of ice,

never to thaw

or see the light.

So why should I give it up, again?

VII.

Not to you.

No more.

Not to you.

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About the Creator

Dean Traylor

* Masters in special education and degree in journalism.

*Seasoned writer for the last 30+ years (Newspapers, Magazines, Internet sites)

* Former writer at Hubpages, Helium, and Wikinut.

* Current: Medium (https://medium.com/@ds_traylor)

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    Written by Dean Traylor