Slowly forming
In ducts that leak
Purified sadness
Down her soft cheeks.
Slipping further away
From her bright eyes
That once were my home.
He left her
Again.
I was always there when
She realized
He had forgotten her
Once
Again.
Her melancholy
Too familiar
While I know
His despair not.
I was
The pain
That stained her cheeks
Anddrained her eyes.
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Pessimistic Imbroglios
Poetrya collection of personal poetry that has allowed me to grow and move on from my past.
