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I like to creatively write, but only in little small bursts, no stories or anything, and I figured doing some writing on the relationship would be a little helpful. It's slightly emotional... . or could be, maybe? Basically, if you're feeling kinda sad, I dont want to make you any sadder, so you've been warned.

I wrote it this way because it has a dance-ish tone to it, and if I had to describe how she reacted in a relationship, it would be a bad dance, she knew roughly what was normal but was completely unable to link the movements, a success in a small area meant a mistake in another, ruining any flow, such was the "progress" of our relationship. She was immature and lusted after simple-minded girls (all that she needed to see was a tattoo or a piercing or some weird dyed hair and that was her "dream" girl... . I am none of those things) who were young and irresponsible and socially inept... . like her. She left me, suddenly, "randomly" (quotes because... . lets be real... . my red haired replacement was lurking in the background for quite some time) after months of telling me she wanted to work on us saying things like "i wanna be with you for a really long time" (I didnt like when she said forever, because come on), etc, even up until 6 hours before the break up. I was left to keep moving without her.

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Last Dance

My dear, we meet again to dance with words, my whole soul moves to the beat of our love, these talks, these confessions, our happy song, the lilting tones swirl like smoke about us.

Your dance is one of accident, each step catching you, ground rushing high before you find your feet and place them, and move, ever so accidentally, clinging violently to air, to others, to me, causing falters in others, exacerbating your own. The tempo is too fast for you, the steps, too complicated, the dancers around you, too advanced.

You yearn for childlike song and step, freedom to dance poorly without judgement. My love song, too intricate for you, plays on without stopping for the pity of poor dancers, and you fall away, quickly, quitting, panting, seemingly violently deposited on the sidelines.

You step out the door, towards another tune, simple enough for you, that draws you away, and I, still dancing, watch quietly in perceived failure, my sadness creating depth in my movements, my bitterness creating passion, and I cry for the partner I wanted to teach to dance.

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Writing things out kinda helps me work through things, it makes it easier to think about it, because I created something out of it, so i dont quite feel sad while I read it. so maybe if I just write about the entire relationship in a creative way Ill get over things, haha.

Thanks HerPerpetuallyTornLover for sharing that. There's a beauty in the way that you articulate in your creative writing, and I see it as that, not sadness. I agree with you when you say writing your relationship out to get over things. We all grieve in our own way. If it helps, why not? I'm thinking of painting and drawing again to express my feelings. I enjoyed reading Last Dance, it's beautiful.

Thanks for sharing yourself with us.

Wow! I really enjoyed reading your poem! It is wonderful, thanks for sharing!