On telling the girl I hurt Im sorry

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You completely captured my heart pulled every string wrapped it around your short freckled finger and hid it behind your back.
You sculpted my muddy heart into a master piece and threw me in the closet.

I wanted to be utterly and completely in love with you but fate is a cruel mistress.

from the moment I looked into your rose petal broken eyes I knew you had yet to learn how to exist.

Thundering and roaring a promise of love.

I was a forgetful lover left the electricity flowing and forgot the crater sized hole in my backseat was filled with tears.

You were a broken healer with shredded ends and corner backed messes.

I thought I could save you.
Bled myself into your coffin veins and watched you rot anyway
And when your still lips devoured mine in our last Shadowed kiss I let go.

For your story was not over and I was simply just a puzzle piece to your masterpiece.

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