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Poetry

writing because i dont know how to talk about my problems the old ones were poorly written

him

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by irdinaphoria

by irdinaphoria

i loved him

i loved how he parted his hair,
i loved how his hair fell perfectly,
i loved how he button-uped his shirt.

i loved how his smell freshed the air,
i loved how he prioritised his family,
i loved how he supported me at my worst,

i loved how he filled my pointless-day,
i loved how his eyes danced in the crowd,
searching for me.

i loved him from the second i lay,
to next second i breath the new day's air.

i loved him in anyway,
i loved everything about him,
i was in love with him