PUZZLE PIECES
What if I don't want him
But this fixated ideal of a person he could be
The rain we could dance in
But not
The thunderstorm after
Poetry is written after him
Art is drawn in his name
I know if he were gone
I would not stay the same
Soulless lovers with no concept
Of strength other than
each other
There was fire in the words we spoke
Lightning in the way we loved
When I shattered my lover
I learned
The art of being empty
But here is my legacy
I leave for him
My love in ruins
What he will do with it
Is his decision
I could say
He tore me apart
Caused me aching pain
But that would be a lie
After all
What's left of me to die?
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daydream [journal]
Şiirmy everyday thoughts, poems, prose pieces and such. - Copyright @hartklutz All Rights Reserved. All work in this book belongs to me and it is not permissible for it to be distributed, either electronically or manually, without permission from me.