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Yesterdays Love Poem By: EGF

Everything is different. The scents and sounds. The way you walk and talk and move. I remember when we were fresh. I meant everything to you.

You'd pull me back for one more kiss when I'd turn to leave. You'd hold me close and rest my head on your chest so I could hear your heart beat. You'd hold my hand just so I'd know that you're love was there.

But now...

Now everything has changed!

We don't talk for hours of things we've done and would do. We don't plan our future or play our silly love songs.

You don't look me in the eyes...

You hardly look at me at all.

It's sad...

I've become yesterdays love poem

There was a time our home was filled with laughter. The days when you'd walk in and my face would glow. It was then I knew my heart would always belong to you. But it's so sad...

I can't be yesterdays love poem.

It seems like you've been loving me with one foot outside our door.

What happened to the days when I was all you adored?

You hardly mention me in conversation as your lover and your wife. Now you call my name as the woman who used to be a part of your life. It's so very sad...

But I'm sick and tired of being yesterdays love poem.

So I'm leaving...

I don't know where I'll go or how I'll get there. But it's true the journey is more important then the destination; and our journey as come to an end. The destination was a place where I was worth more and you were unwilling to love.

But...

Don't be sad...

I'm in search of my new love poem!
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Hmm... well lets see... 5 years ago I was 18. Working full time and going to school part time. So saturday night were either spent at shea stadium behind a concessions stand, at my friends house or at home studying. Now... saturday nights are spent at home watching movies with my kids and husband... geesh! I wasn't exciting then either! LOL
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I hugged my kids today. Too tight. They knew something was wrong. My daughter looked me in th eyes and asked me in her very concerned way 'Mommy? You ok?'

No sweetheart! Mommy is a little freaked out right now and she's trying very hard not to read too much into this but history has shown her to prepare for the worst and hope for the best.

Not me! Not me! But still the doctor spoke those words. My heart stopped. Could be worst. Could be a lot worst. I guess that's supposed to be comforting. Its not!

Diabetes! What are the odds? It doesn't even run in my family! No! I demand a second opinion. Next week. I couldn't possible hear these words spoken twice in the same 7 day period. Me? No! Not Me! Can't be me! They've made a mistake. A horrible mistake.

Still... I'm so afraid of the outcome...
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I swear by oxy clean! I use it as a stain remover on my sofa and carpet. And I always keep clorox wipes and lysol disinfectant spray handy too. Especially with 2 toddlers.
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I am so sick and tired of people making snap judgements on me based on some nonsensical bias someone else holds. Looking at me but not seeing Me. Hearing me but not listening to Me. Knowing only a part of me they want to believe is real instead of the whole me that is 100% genuine. Making me out to be someone I am not for their own sick sadistic pleasure. They see this negative, ill mannered, 'bitchy' individual that should be erased. Eraticated.

Why? Are they threatend by my intelligence? Does their pure ignorance stop them from seeing past a snap judgement? Is it because they feel threatend by my presence? Does my self confidence defy their own lack of confidence?

They make these judgements so fast and so firmly that they never see what's there. They never know me. And probably never will.

*I'm going to keep being me regardless of what people think. I'm far from perfect but I am happy with who I am and how far I have come. People can say what they want about me. In the end I'm still ☆★•·E·•☆★™!*
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A few months back my husband got a job in Conneticut. A job paying a large amount more then our previous income. So we moved. Out of NYC. The only place I've ever known.

Its great. The kids adore it. They have their own bedrooms and a backyard they can play in. And my husband finally has a job he feels okay with. One with health benefits and life insurance. And we finally have our own place. Its great.

But I have never felt so far from home in my life. There so much going on and so much more being forgotten. It rather depressing. Its lonely.... no... I'm lonely and I can't stand it.
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You left again. Somehow I took a back seat to your new friend. I keep telling myself that this cycle of hurt will end. But here I am hanging my head; crying... you left again.

You won't be home. I know this better then I know my own soul. You said you would before you walked away. But time has shown you'd do differently. You won't be home. Not today.

You left today. You walked in and out so many times the revolving door won't stop spinning. Feels like it effortless for u to just disappear in its swing and reappear again.

One day I'll stop the spin and have a new door put in. One that's stable and swings one way. In!

One day you'll show up and the locks will be changed. The enterance won't be the same. You'll have wished you had come home when you said you would.

One day.

But today, you won't come home. The revolving door will keep spinning. And I will keep waiting. Beaten, tattered and torn for the love that just left again.

By. E. Flores
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Well when I was 10 someone stole my mother camera from me at my elementary school prom. Though I felt like crap about it I think the most valuable things someone stole from me was a ring that used to be my grandmothers, my grandfathers coin collection, my daughters earrings that were a gift from her greatgrandmother and money from my kids piggy bank. If I can ever prove who it was I swear there will be all types of hell to pay!
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Eye of the Tiger or Final Countdown... CLASSIC!
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I've become very good at picking myself up and trying again. But the one thing that I just can't do no matter how hard I tried was art. I'm artistic in other was ie. music and creative writting, but the actual drawing and painting thing still escapes me. I drew what I thought was a beautiful bird once. I was very proud of it. I put it on my fridge recently and my neices told me it looked like an old boot. It is now in my garbage. LOL
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