If I were to live with the pain of seeing you in pain I'd kill myself. Although I believed that love would heal every wound, those scars remain. White lines are the residue from the past red paint that oozed.
I sweat and cry. I'd rather not exist if I'm this useless. I'm convinced that I am no use to you. I'm probably not the one. Yet, I can't live believing that. I love you too much to let you go.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
