Poem 7

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When you first left,
It killed me,
I couldn't eat or sleep.
All I did was think
Of you and what I
Possibly could have done
Wrong to make you leave
Me like that.
It's been a few months
And I'm okay now
(As okay as I can be)
And I don't miss you as
Much anymore but there
Will always be nights like
tonight when thoughts
Of you crash over me
like waves and leave me
Drenched and drowning.


-xoAsh

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