L I N G E R
She said the words with a still voice
And I knew they would stay
Though her heart was detached
She struck me with a blunt air
That felt like it had come from the winter
They would stick to my skin, or rather, linger
Words that seeped into my veins and poisoned me
I love another
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Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind