YOU WERE THE SUBJECT OF MY DREAMS, FILLING THE SCREEN, AND DEMANDING ATTENTION. I LOVED WHEN LOVING WAS WRONG, I FOUGHT, BUT MY HEART DEMANDED ACTION. MY BEING HAS NEVER HURT AS YOU HURT ME, NEVER FELT AS I FELT, YOU WERE MY DESTRUCTION. MY HEART DOES NOT LOVE AS IT LOVED YOU, NO ONE ELSE HAS KILLED ME AS YOU KILLED ME, MY BEING'S SORDID EVOLUTION. NOW YOU NO LONGER COMMAND MY DREAMS, YOU ARE FURNITURE, AN INK STAIN UPON MY MEMORIES. DECIDING NEVER TO LOVE AGAIN WAS MY ONLY RESOLUTION, THE PAIN BURNED MY NERVES, AND DECIDING NEVER TO LOVE WAS THE ONLY DECISION.
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Wasteland Deity
PoetryA collection of poems, short stories, thoughts, etc. Trigger warning.
