leave me, she screamed, leave me all alone
he turned back and left, although he had sworn
she hated him a bit then but her love overwhelmed it
the next time she met him, you could see how her eyes lit
they were back together but things weren't the same
for her, he was still life; for him, just another game
she kept on spilling, he got tired of waiting
he gave up on cleaning the mess she was creating
grow up, he said, take care of yourself
i'm not your servant, be your own help
he left her alone to fight his own strife
but she was his other half, an integral part of his life
when he came back for her, she'd become strong
said she didn't need him, kept him wondering what went wrong.
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For That Dead Love
PoetryA group of poems for the one love that you thought would last forever.