they take your love, and they spit on it. and throw it in your face. <br />and you're standing there, holding it in your hand. like this <br />transparent thing, with it's little heartbeat. it once was shiny and <br />bright. and now it's messy, dirty, weak. dull. and you wonder what <br />happened. and all you can think of is... it wasn't good enough. there <br />was something wrong with it. it's your fault. otherwise they wouldn't have <br />treated it like that. they knew it was flawed. <br />look at it now. that messy little thing. no wonder nobody wants it. <br /> <br />but it's wrong. when you sent it, it was all there. it was bright and <br />wonderful and pure. it had all the potential. only somehow, they weren't <br />ready. they couldn't accept it. it bounced off them, there was no way in. <br />they got scared by the brightness, they didn't know what to do with it. <br />maybe it scared them, maybe that's why they lashed out at it, and threw it <br />back. <br /> <br />look at it again. carefully. if you do, if you look really hard, you can <br />sometimes see a little glimmer of the brightness it once had. your <br />brightness.<br /><br />Cia Frizzell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-thoughts-5/
