there was something dying inside her
something I did not have a name for
something I could not smell
even though the scent
pervaded her every sense
i was rotting inside her
what I thought
were hearts intertwined
was just my heart
beating twice
she left me without a glance back
absolutely apart from all the other times
she caught my eye in the rearview mirror
all the other times that convinced me
we were in love
I was dying inside her
and now I am dying without her
but I would rather die
than be lied to ever again
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digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
