A kinda lame poem that I forced myself to write to purge my emotions, sparked my creative mood and I wrote a real happening flooded with detail. Or as much detail as my writing experience could manage.

:-P

Constructive cristism is greatly appreciated!

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My eyes burn.
Tears begging to leave;
To slide down my cheeks.
With a fit of rage,
I refuse.

I step out of the whirpool
Full of dark emotions.
Its power tries to keep me in.
With a strangled cry,
I refuse.

My chest throbs,
Making it harder to breathe.
Something coils around my heart,
Tightens, and snaps it in half.

I'm broken.
My refusals have caught me.
I can't refuse, for now.
One day, one night
I won't refuse.

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Her fist clashed into the wall. Pain echoed through her knuckles, her wrist and eventually into her shoulder which jerked violently causing her to give a silent scream and fall back on her pillows. She layed still, her right arm throbbing with sharp pains; she dropped her head to the side and stared at the wall. There was a piece of notebook paper with a hand-drawn picture supported by one white and three red tacks. A rabbit stood on two unproportionate legs, a small cape flowing to the left and a huge 'S' boldly presented on its stomach.

His 'best drawing ever'! He stated to her and he proceded to explain how he had help from his artistic friend to draw the main circles. She smiled, laughed a little and he asked her if she wanted to keep it.

"It's in the past," she mumbled to herself, jerking her thoughts away from the memory. She winced as she used her left side to prop herself up to take a closer look at the picture. Around the tacks, the notebook paper was slightly torn and in the center of the picture, a small indention was created from her fist's impact. "Whatever." She mumbled again and forced her mind away from him, focusing on the pain in her arm. But her wandering mind discovered more memories to shove to the front.

"No!" she snapped her head to one side, attempting to toss the memories from her thoughts but she only succeeding in sending pain shooting up her neck. This time she gave a soft shout and lost the strength to hold herself up; she fell on her right wrist, it bent at an odd angle and she screamed louder this time. She pulled her arm out from under her with anger, sat up and bit her tongue as pain stabbed her wrist repeatedly while she pursued to move it.

She suddenly found her cheeks soaked and tears dripping from her chin and she gave up on rotating her wrist. Her mind flashed with memories of him which rendered her useless and weak; she didn't have enough strength to even lie down.

"It's in the past," she tried convincing herself through the sobs and tears. "It doesn't matter anymore. It's over, I'll be gone in two in a half months!" She screamed to the slowly darkening room and for once she was relieved that she was alone in the house. "I don't love him! I don't need him! I don't need anyone!!" Her throat was restricting proper breathing and she gasped for air in between every shout of anger. A voice in the back of her mind contradicted every sentence and she screamed at the top of her lungs until the lack of air caused her to collapse on her blankets. "Why now?" She whispered to darkness of the room. "Everything was good for the pass two months," she took a deep breath. "Why do these memories come now? Why do I miss him suddenly? Why can't I just forget?"

Just forget; those words echoed in her head and she closed her eyes to watch her mind flip through memories like a picture book, stopping to examine the truely meaningful ones. Tears still poured from her eyes as she allowed her mind to slip away from reality and into a deep slumber.

"Everything... will be better... after I sleep." She told herself and drifted away.

The next morning, she woke refreshed. The memory of her mild breakdown was still fresh in her mind, but she swollowed the knot in her throat, wipped her eyes and entered her usual routine for the day. Soon, the thoughts of him fully dissolved and only surfaced for a moment when she saw him that day. He was smiling at his friends, laughing at something recently said and she smiled, remembering when his smile used to be directed towards her. "He's happy." She whispered, her smile shrinking slightly and she continued to her destination. She'd never forget him, but she has refused to dwell on the memories of something that failed and created her own happiness.