Chevelle Behar Poems

wakin up every morning to the sound of her yelling wanting it to end.
the insults the hurt. the sting of pain as her hand comes in contact with my face.
the regret i feel for doing nothin about it
the sorrow as im told that om not wanted..
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You saved me,
u came in the time when i needed u,
how u knew i do not know,
but some how u knew to save me,
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I made you a promise…
A promise I would move on, that I would not worry over you
I told you I wouldn’t, that I couldn’t,
And then it happened, and now I am forced to do so,
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Why did you have to let me go
Im sinking and its all too cold
I cant breathe and my body is seizing
The hypothermia is setting in
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Left over traces of feelings long gone,
Being shoved into a pit of despair by rekindled emotions,
Feeling the pull on ones heart,
The sinking drowning feeling,
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