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when life reveals her wounds and broken soul,
help her heal
for she has suffered too much
in the name of love.
i know,
that you didnt wanna try,
that you were tired,
that you were dying.
tell me sweetheart,
what is it that keeps you alive ?
is it
l o v e
or
r e g r e t ?
"poeticide".
the agony of being a poet
is not actually found
in being unable to write;
it's worse. my downfall is choosing to relive the pain
with every word, emotions inexpressible;
i try to exclaim: desperately
crying for help, in verse,
doomed to repeat
the cycle
until nobody is left
to witness me.
"poeticide."
d.b.a
note: i have no foolish intentions and cherish life, as well as my place within it. the emotions i feel and express are very real, but be at ease - everything will be okay, for myself and you, the reader.