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IF YOU HAVE NO CLUE
Here I am as a woman as I fight back the tears from falling from my eyes, as they fall from the depth and deepness of my heart exposing the mere truth of my hurt and pain. For you promise me that you weren't like all the others men's I had within my life, but yet I've come to realize that it was all nothing more than lies as you broke my heart in two. As you tried to convince me that what you were giving me was love, when in fact it wasn't really love at all just another knot upon your belt. For you never truly understood what it means to love someone unconditionally with honor and respect. For even though I gave you way to much of myself cause I thought it was what, you were seeking and searching for in your own life of love and happiness. But low and behold you broke my heart and soul into bits and pieces of shattered broken glass. Without caring about the damage that you've done to me mentally and emotionally, for when you said that I was what you were looking and wanting and needing of a woman it is definitely clear to see. That I wasn't what you meant for you seem to forget and not mention the fact that you don't know how to love a real woman like me. Who understands the true meaning of hurt and pain with the lingering, memories of a love once had but now it's gone just because you were afraid and didn't know nor understood wholeheartedly. That real and rare love is a process of stimulation of the heart and soul and subconsciousness of your mind it's about keeping it real without the false pretenses of lies. For it is not that hard to understand as it is simple mathematics of adding and subtracting, for in order for real love to grow you have to decide to grow it with commitment and consistency and real communications. But I guess one-day you will encounter someone who will break your heart ripping into your spiritual soul. Leaving behind fragments of intricately woven thoughts of your subconsciousness, bringing these same tears falling from your own eyes as a man broken and damage by the way of love.
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