He played his guitar to the beat of my heart
I was captured, enraptured, right from the start
His voice dips with the wind
My thoughts churn
It's a greater sin
I try to lose myself
In the spaces between my words
The place that use to be familiar
But now it's cold and unforgiving
Me writing
Him him him him him
Over an over again
Because that's all I can think about
I sit here silently and pretend
That this won't happen with someone else again
YOU ARE READING
Endogenous
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