And I do not want this,
so I really need him to go;
because now I have realized,
my life I am living for his show;
and that I do not want,
since I am not a helpless girl;
for these stupid feelings,
I wish to grab and hurl;
but now he has left,
and now I am crying;
but now he has left,
and now I am dying;
and this was not supposed to happen,
but now I am broken beyond repair;
whilst I bask in the reminisce of what ifs,
which leave me crying in despair;
and he is my poison,
which I have taken off and drunk;
but I keep going back for more,
and I didn't realize I was sinking until I finally sunk;
and every time I look at him now,
my memories are all filled with tears;
and every time he smiles at me,
my stopping heartbeat he only hears;
because he has destroyed me,
and now I am left in these caves;
while the tempest envelops me,
and drowns me in its powerful waves.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
