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#4 Love, Magnus

Magnus watched the busy streets of Brooklyn, a glass of strong whiskey in his hands, trying to hold back the tears. He thought about the time when it was over, him and Camille were over. He had loved her so much, still did, but he couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't stay in this relationship that didn't offer him the love he needed, so desperately needed. His heart was aching, throbbing in his chest as he tried to remember where he had gone wrong. So snapping his fingers, he conjured a piece of parchment, ink and a quill and started the activity he always did when his emotions overwhelmed him. He wrote poetry.

When I look back

I see your face

The memories

Slapping my face

I don't know if it was happy

Or if it was bad

Or if I am creating

It In my head

I think of what I know

As happy memories

But sometimes I don't know

If they are saddening me

While I think it's not true

I can't help myself

Wonder why I can't

Move past you

Just why

Do I get reminded of you today

Just why

Can't I forget all that happened till now

Just why

Does a stone drop on my heart

Just why

Do I still think of you

You helped me a lot

With the demons in me

I knew I loved you

And told you the same

But then I came to know

You never felt the same

And I did nothing

But walk away

And now I am

In my pool of misery

Wondering what you are doing

And if you're okay

I am like the wave

Wanting to come to you

But I retreat back

Knowing the truth

That like a mundane

You stamp all over me