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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532961" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A bullet, a bomb, a boy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You were a brief irrationality.<br>Nothing more than a cheap<br>and poorly thought-out romance. <br>I was the gullible one <br>treading unsafe waters<br>while the tides were controlled<br>by a deceitful man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a Saturday.<br>You left me alone <br>in a dark and dingy place.<br>That is when I realized<br>I am simply not beautiful enough<br>to be loved by someone<br>with such an ugly heart.<br>I have never been more masochistic<br>for a man.<br>Begging like a little girl with a handful of plucked petals<br>to be loved.<br>He loves me.<br>He loves me not.<br>He loves to pretend that we share a romance<br>and as quickly as I fall for him<br>he pulls the ground from under me<br>and I remain suspended in the air<br>with no one to catch me.<br>This freefall is endless.<br>You and I are hopeless.<br>You should have let the wind take you with it, <br>relocate to some foreign place<br>and visit me occasionally<br>on humid summer days<br>when I need you most.<br>Sneak up on me<br>mid-winter as I brave through the cold, <br>be the breeze that knocks the warmth<br>out of me.<br>Just please<br>show me that you're here, <br>that you cared.<br>We were foolish to think<br>we could unfold ourselves<br>like newborn caterpillars.<br>We were not destined for metamorphosis.<br>I was too much<br>because I believe the only thing that can save us <br>is love.<br>And you sat in your coward corner<br>materializing your cynicism, <br>pretending that the world is too cold<br>for you to ever love it.<br>Well god damnit<br>if you wanted to remember<br>what it feels like to trust someone<br>all you had to do<br>was look into my eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart is big<br>and it has surely been broken<br>but that has never stopped me from believing<br>that there is something greater<br>than all of this pain.<br>I have stood on mountain tops<br>yelling out words of healing to the names<br>of the broken<br>hoping that these verses will reverberate strongly enough <br>to reach them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Darling, <br>you were one of them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I have grown tired of this.<br>Making love to you <br>feels a lot like <br>walking through a museum <br>that showcases all of the things<br>I hate most about myself.<br>And I may be flawed<br>but at least I have the courage<br>to press my luck against the wind<br>and live this life <br>with love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vanessa+Grixti">Vanessa Grixti</a><div class=q>
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Nothing more than a cheap
and poorly thought-out romance. 
I was the gullible one 
treading unsafe waters
while the tides were controlled
by a deceitful man.

It was a Saturday.
You left me alone 
in a dark and ding..."></div>
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