Why is it that everything I read, everything I write, everything I see; has me thinking of you?
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I wish that I could forget you, I wish that I could forget the heartache you left me with. At the same time though, I hope that I never forget you and I hope to always remember the heartache you left on my doorstep. It's just another scar, another memory, another souvenir, from my journey throughout life's pages.
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You burnt me to the ground. To me you were a forest fire; your flames ravaged my heart and charred my lungs. To you; I was merely a cigarette break, destined to only briefly give you warmth.
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I used to tell you I could see ideas breaking to the surface in your eyes. I wonder, if you noticed the moment my heart broke, in mine.
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People say that if you drink enough, it will taste like love. I'm drunk again but all I taste is blood.
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Confessions of a shitty poet.
PoetrySome of my poems contain bad language/sensitive issues and therefore I have changed the setting to mature and issue a trigger warning. I am forever updating this book, it will probably never be finished.
