The Remains of Love
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Fragmented pieces in my heart.
Your love did not even warm up the sheet
The love you showed me was just a tease.
I am surprised that you did not cheat
At least it gives me some ease.
For all the times that I let you eat
I know that under the bible I am to blame.
While it lasted, you had a good bait
I can say this only from being your bed mate
It was something magical, something great
But from our love, remains nothing but fate.
Your actions were more than a browbeat
But the pain you caused to my heart was a shame.
Nothing I ever did was worth the wait
The broken frames show the remains of hate.
Because to you, all the pain you caused was a feat
But to me, I just wish you never came.
If you got this far, let me offer some background on this beautiful poem. I wrote this piece on my Freshman year of college, in the early stage of my creative writing class.
The meaning behind this poem has to do with betrayal; it is the first few thoughts that goes through our mind when we break up with our partners.
It is the very moment that you regret everything you did with that person, and yes, it is the same moment you start to delete all the pictures from the camera roll.
