armour-clad

United States

I am 19, living in the U.S. and working on an English degree of some sort. I haven't been active on here in forever so here I am, back and better than ever.

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Give me tips on anything that I publish, no bull, give it to me straight and tell me when something is bad. I appreciate comments on my writing and I understand that criticism is generally constructive, especially on here. I want to be told the truth, even if it's not particularly good because at the end of the day it will make me into a better writer than I was before.

When You Fell In Love

June 19, 2018

You fell in love.
You fell fast and hard.
I could never really tell you about
myself in the present,
because we were two kids united
in our hatred of our pasts.

I couldn't tell you why I really left,
because you lashed yourself to me
in such a way that,
Had I told you the truth,
the ropes holding together your sanity,
Would have been burned to dust.

I looked at you,
at your love,
and I saw somebody. 
I saw somebody amazing.
I saw somebody who had over come much,
who was still overcoming more.

You looked at me and I could see
that I was your picture of perfection.
You looked at me and saw the pinnacle of beauty,
of intelligence, of love.
But that is not who I am.
You turned me into something that I am not,
something I could never achieve,
something that made me need perfection even more.

I could no longer be loved by you,
because if I let you keep loving me,
I would lose who I was in the whirlpool of ideals you turned me into.
Written in 2015

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  • AbigailSauble

    The title drew me in, and I was enveloped from then on. ;) Great job!


    over 3 years ago