Loved

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
I feel like I have to put this one up because its true. The boy this is about is my boyfriend again. Over the summer we broke up. It didn't last long

Submitted: October 26, 2013

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To be loved is a feeling you always forget. The pain the fear and the regret. Its scary, exhilarating and ends in a crash. That's why it hurts, a derterrent, not rash. The feeling I feel for someone who doesn't. Who claims that its not me, swears that it isn't. But the fact he won't look at me still remains. It had to be with the awkward name. Who told this boy all and still he betrayed me? But yet I still love him, I am not angry.

To be loved is to be hated. Neither one without the other. I'm not superhuman. I'm just like all the others. I can be touched, warmed, and can be burnt. I can be punished, maimed, and hurt. To know about me is to know my one fault. I wish to be noticed, cared for, and loved.


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