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Unloved

Of the Broken Pieces

By Chandni VenkateshPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Every time I meet the wrong person,

I say to myself

Yes! This is it.

This is the true love...

Until

Until

Until

I’m broken into pieces!

Oh wait! Not yet...

Until I am broken again,

Not yet,

Broken again,

And again...

By now i think he is not right,

Only think!

And yet again,

I let him break me

Over and over

again.

Until the trillionth time

And I have nothing left of me;

No clue of the person I was.

And then I decide I am brave and

And I give all my broken pieces

To the not so right person again,

To try and fix me,

To try and find the person I really am of those broken pieces.

But these sharp, edgy, unaltered, broken me,

Hurt everything and everybody who picks

And hence,

The story I am reciting is called,

Unloved!

heartbreak
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About the Creator

Chandni Venkatesh

"La poésie est une histoire en soi

N'a pas à rimer

parce que c'est beau de toute façon"

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