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[poem] your heart must die
A heart? Think I lost mine.
Breathing is another word for pain,
the pain hope only makes worst,
cuz you know it ain’t going anywhere.
I knew the worst already,
you could never be mine.
Our worlds clash, meeting slightly
for moments in time: work, that’s it.
Your group of friends could never be mine,
and mine, well, I hardly want them, why would you?
But hearing you say the words,
even using the form of another;
death, & not the way Shakespeare meant it.
You don’t hate me, but there is no passion,
no desire to leave this lonely town of friendship
& move into the life of joy that would be “us.”
I knew your feelings, I live for the worst,
but love is blinding, so my dream lived on.
How much longer can it survive
with you smiling, “no, never.”
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[Technically, I'm not possible, I'm made of exceptions. ]
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