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After you asked me if I would be your girlfriend, I dared to open my heart a crack and let it peek out at you. What it saw was good. You did not run away. You stopped crying over her. You started laughing with me. You made me believe I mattered. And now, you want to throw that away, now that my heart is fully bared, now that I started believing in us. You made me believe that you might love me soon. You made me search for poems about love to read, ones I'd stopped reading because they hurt too much. I rented sappy love movies, turned my radio to love songs. The birds sang prettier songs. The sunsets were more vivid. Life held more meaning. I let myself go, opened up my heart, handed it to you, refraining from whispering, "careful, it's breakable." I believed in us, learned to trust again. I trusted you to cherish me. As soon as I did, you walked away again. I believed in us. Lori Beal Vote for this poem
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