When he told me he wanted to see me,
I didn’t have a clue
there I sat as he told me,
it was over, we were through.
I could not let him see me cry,
so pride held back my tears.
Snakes and bugs never bothered me,
loosing him was my greatest fear.
Head held high with a smirk,
showing no sign that I was weak,
until he leaned to kiss me and
his lips landed on my cheek.
Lumps rose in my throat,
all over my face was my pride,
flush, red, embarrassed, and crying,
there was nothing left to hide.
It wasn’t the kiss that broke me,
causing my tears to hit the floor,
but the fact that I still loved him
and he loved me no more.
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Broken Pride
October 23, 2003
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