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Click hereBitter
The taste of betrayal
Upon the tongue
Like day old coffee left to burn
The roaring in her ears
Matched the pounding in her head
And suddenly
Ice
Foolish
That is what hearts can be
Leading us down paths
Better untaken despite what others say
Buried beneath a pile of rubble
Her body left to decay or be eaten
Bit by bit by those annoying vultures
Cry
Hard
The sun keeps rising and setting
Despite the fact that she is dead
For all intents
Life gets lost in day to day
And love gets left or disturbed
Or blinded or misbegotten
Life
Death
Runs down the narrow staircase
To catch you in the lobby
Just as you retrieve your mail
They find you with that look,
The one he used to love
Mix of naivety and surprise
Burns
Inflicted upon the heart
Body craves the cut of flesh
Lust seems oh so distant
Learn to be alone again
Taking out the trash yourself
Washing single plates left to dry
Broken
Glass
When the dark of night
Creeps upon your heart
And scalds with its deep despair
You see that nothing
Will end the pain except
For your own willfulness
Strong
Heat
The thing he most despised
Your inability to stop the lies
And needing to be free
Caged, locked, bound to him
Was his desire but your wings
Were a constant hindrance
Fly
Free
I cannot be tamed
He tried and failed thankfully
For I am too strong to be owned
but your phrases could be stronger if you cut some excess.
That is what hearts can be
Leading down paths
Better untaken despite what others say
Buried beneath rubble
Her body left to decay or be eaten
Bit by bit by those annoying vultures
They find you with that look,
The one he used to love
naivety and surprise
When the dark of night
Creeps upon your heart
And scalds with deep despair
You see that nothing
Will end the pain except
your own willfulness
Strong
Heat (Heart?)
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