To love is to be trapped in hell,
With its walls closing in.
My heart burned aflame.
And you see its ashes buried in my eyes.
But that would be if you wanted to look.
And even though you didn't want to search,
you found it anyway.
It's far too much for me.
I'm becoming the person I used to be.
2/2/24 // Inspired by "Pink In The Night" and "I Bet On Losing Dogs" by Mitski
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A Ballad Of Poetry
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