In the midst of the deluge's weight, my innermost being is laid bare,
Grief, melancholy, and torment, a pain unyielding.
I acknowledge your unattainable ownership, yet my heart persists in its torment.
Though you are not mine, I abhor the notion of sharing.
You were my pillar of strength, yet also the wellspring of my melancholy.
I am aware you are not mine, yet why does the sorrow run so deep, knowing another may grasp you.
My heart shattered into myriad fragments.
What course of action should I pursue? How do I vanquish the agony that consumes me?
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Only My Heart Knows
PoetryWithin this anthology lies a tapestry of verses penned by Jcena Mortiff, each intricately woven around diverse manifestations of love. These words ache to break the shackles of confinement, the very letters thirst for emancipation, all plucked from...
