ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
My name is Kristen Karlson, I am a 17 year old Australian and i love to write. email me to chat at Kristenkarlson@hotmail.com [April 2006]
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A Broken Love Kristen Karlson
You were broken when I found you.
Hurt, crippled with pain, lifeless.
But a distant light shone through your faults.
I believed you could be saved, that there was hope.
I was deceived.
I cared for you and your wounded pride,
Time passed slowly, everyday wasted, just trying to get you to smile.
I could see that you were jaded, that you needed comfort and love,
I gave all that I had but it wasn’t enough.
Your baggage was too heavy for my slight shoulders.
I began to buckle,
All other aspects of my life began to fall apart,
Friends, family, work-
You became my life.
I could have gotten through it if I had you on my side.
Like a child, your constant dependence smothered me.
Guilt stopped me from desertion- you needed me,
Or so I thought.
Unhappy years crawled past and depression became the familiar.
By this time you had taken so much from me that I had nothing left.
But you, you thrived on my vulnerability, encouraging my misery.
Elevating yourself with my pain.
You gained strength and began to leave the house regularly,
Only to return home in the early hours of the morning stinking of bourbon.
I was too weak to argue and too scared to ask where you had been.
I would lie awake all night, eyes blurred with confused tears, wondering why I needed you.
I was broken when you left me.
An empty shell, no emotion, just tears.
There was no hope for me.
You had extinguished my light long ago.
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"Welcome to storymaina Kristen, i like this piece, i hope that you may have sought this situation out. Peace." -- Hugh.
"i think u did a terrific job on this, tough situation for a young person, hope it's just your imagination at work here." -- curious.
"Thanks guys, not to worry...i'm extremely happy, it just came to me as i wrote it" -- kristen.
"This is really great. Glad to hear you are happy. The emotion is very convincing regardless of age. Very impressive." -- Fire Keeper, US.
"thanks for the feed back fire keeper. glad you liked it" -- kristen.
"Pretty Good for a starter. Emotions collected in sequence and protrayed, makes an interesting reading. Good work." -- V.R.Sridharan, Chennai, Tamilnadu, India.
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