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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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