I've started falling apart
the way I was falling in love,
as John Green wrote
in a moment of brilliance,
slow at first,
then all at once.
I can't feel the pain
nestled in my chest now.
I can't feel the tears
as they burn down my cheeks;
only fire making me weaker,
showing I'm still not strong.
I'm falling apart
the way I fell in love
I knew there'd be an ending
and I knew it would be burning
and I knew it would be soon.
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Poems of Death
Poetry***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
