"These waters are turbid,
The waters I swim in.
I always swim against the current.
Always wanting to flee.
But these waters I cannot leave,
I swim in them,
Drown.
I always stay.
And these waters are bitter,
They're sweet.
They slid down my cheeks.
Sometimes they freeze,
But still I won't leave,
I stay and swim,
In my tears,
Bittersweet.
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
