My own words of
sanity dripping from my
lips
as if I'm anticipating
your touch.
My tears,
salty,
pouring down my face.
Only yet to be
forgotten.
Darling,
if I loved,
I loved alone.
I love alone.
- artificial
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Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
