We start off fine
It's a spine with such delicacy to not break
Knowing our flaws in the relationship
Unsure of the intended needs of raw logic
I atleast took the hard bullet
A bullet that was pure obsidian
Deadly enough to alter reality within reach
I cry and cry knowing it's done
Avoiding eye contact when we sail by one another
Hard to unleash the love I still posses
Anger starts to synthesize
I'm unsure of my wants
I'm sure that I miss the delicate lips of trust
The hugs of benefits
The hands of calmness
Knowing she's done
I curl up in weakness
Knowing she's not caring for me
I start to lose sanity
Knowing that another may sweep her off her feet
I start to fall in a hole of despair
The Crimson Omen is in reach
Mocking me as I grow weaker by day and night
Willing for me to just give up
Love is an Omen in it's own dimension
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Crimson Omen
PoesíaWhen love is inevitably strong. One may act as of nothing is present, though, in the inside it is excruciating sorrow.
