My decisions about where you lie in my heart are constantly fluctuating,
But one thing I adore is stressing my confidence in my new approach to you,
My confliction, my absolute stupidity is the dagger that constantly prods and pricks at the soft flesh of your heart.
I can feel my plagued mind crawl with new possibilities with each desperate reply.
It has become impossible to maintain the same thinly woven frame of mind for a mere minute...
But this time, I know that I must protect us.
I know that we can do this.
I know that my hate for you will only boil my blood and simmer my soul.
I must find the love we lost.
Before you are the next victim of my weapon, my weapon of confliction.
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A Culmination Of Realities
PoetryAs we float through life, victimized by circumstance and stalked by rumours, we come to understand that false rumours have opposites: realities. These are the realities to which this book is dedicated. These realities share only truth, for some are...
