You left your mark on me. And I do not mean teeth marks and scratches. I mean stretch marks and bruises on my heart and soul from all the ways you bent me out of shape to change me to your liking. At that point you complained about how I was not the same person I was when you first met me. You said I was different inside and out and that you had no idea who I had transformed into. How stupid of me to let you rearrange my pieces and reconfigure my entire existence without ever questioning your behavior.
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Carmen Portillo
Poetic mind with a wanderlust heart
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Half of a Whole
I met a boy once. Our souls were so in sync, it seemed that we were a single being existing in fragments divided among two physical bodies. Where I lacked, he excelled. When I gave, he would receive. We created a language with no words, only sighs and laughs that only we could understand. When we were separated we craved to fall into one another, when we were together silence would fill the spaces between our bodies. He fit perfectly into the fractures of my existence. Our souls were tangled cable lines spreading all across the skies. We were waves crashing up against the shore, relying on one another to create a stronger force. We were us. We were one. We weren’t perfect. But we fit together perfectly.
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