I thought loving you was the easy part.
Little did I know, I was on the opposite track.
Because I couldn't love you any day.
I wanted you to love me back;
the melody of desire overcame my heart.
We were falling apart each day
as I lost pieces of your heart
which I was meant to love,
Until you were gone—completely gone.
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A/N: Oh my, the narrator's lover left! A quick vote before you continue? Thank you!!
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the slow art of breathing bitter
Poetryslow dancing love and pain in the midnight chorus of liquor-washed autumn green ... || a constellation of destructive poetry ||
