"your w o r d s are poison coursing in my veins,
slowly tearing me apart,
as i recall how it unerringly touched me at all the right places,
and how it was the most unadulterated form,
of the brightest light I could possibly find,
surpassing even the greatest s t a r that lights up this infinite space as every single day,
comes and passes away,
it hurts how it lost the spark of what it once was,
i miss being at the receiving end,
and i loathe the fact that it won't be my name at the tip of your tongue anymore,
but h e r s."
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Catharsis
Poetryca·thar·sis [kuh-thahr-sis] noun, plural ca·thar·ses [kuh-thahr-seez] 1. the purging of the emotions or relieving of emotional tensions, especially through certain kinds of art, as tragedy or music. Poetry #62 / Random #130 © Copyrighted, All...
