lovers flow through me like water
like streams they will pass
like an ocean they crash
into the weary shores of a heart
drifting by, they never stay too long;
when they say that water has memory
I tend to wonder,
is it truly capable of being that smart?
or is it simply because it winds up going back to its origins all along
And all I ever wanted was to be loved
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After You Left
Poetrycomplete poetry collection, over 70 poems from my darkest times and issues with love