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The Criminal and the Poet

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penguinsCrazy08

Published: Sep 11, 2015

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I miss your smile
I miss the light of you laugh
I miss the way you touch my skin

The way you hold my hand
The sky blue in your eyes
The warmth radiating within

And all the memories
And every story
And all the time we shared

Your compliments
Your love I felt
Your emotions that I bared

But the thing I miss the most
I will never see again
The piece of my soul

You stole it from me
You broke my world
I need to let you go

I knew from the start
I was doomed to fail
Falling in love with you

All your lies
All the things you stole
My heart just jumped and flew

I am so much more
Than anything you may have kept
My innocence, my heart

I can grow
And become so much more
And you have become my art

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I asked someone if it was possible to love someone so completely... and still hate them.
They said "Don't hate them for what they took away, love them for the memories and experiences they gave you."

The problem is... he stole everything.

As much as I want to hate him... I can't.
He sneeks into my mind when I'm not paying attention.
There are memories everywhere I go and all I want to do is forget.

I don't want him to be a part of my life... not even in a memory.

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