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**Crushes and••
infatuations•••
Are but tricks••
played by••••
the heart.••••
Promises•••
of love••••
That could••
tear you apart.••
Though you•••••
look to•••••••••••
The light of day.••••••
Listen carefully••••••••
To what I'm about to say.•••
I may be the one••••••••••
Who'd grace your thoughts••••
all day and night.•••••••••••••
But I implore you•••••••••••••••
to look past tomorrow••••••••••••••
Into the future that's out of sight.•••••••
You are ready to carve••••••••••••••••
Ever so recklessly,••••••••••••••••••
In your heart and thoughts•••••••
And in the words•••••••••
of your poetry.••••••••
But know that•••••••
These sweet nothings•
you chose to lay,•••••
Right now are•••••••
mere words••••••••••
With the intention•••••••
to sway.••••••••••••••••••
I feel the urge•••••••••••••••
To painfully declare.••••••••••
I feel the need••••••••••••••
To tell you what••••••••••
I've longed to bare.••••
That I'm not•••••••••••••
remotely interested,•••••••••
Nor am I taken in.•••••••••••
For your words•••••••••••••
have gone around••••••••••
I know where•••••••••
they've been...••••••
Should've revised••
your material•••••
Before trying•••••
on another...•••••
Because you••••
had conveyed••
the same•••••
to my sister!

There's nothing
      More beautiful
   Than discovering
           You might actually
        Be in love

There's nothing
       More heartbreaking
    Than noticing
           You're finally loved
       Yet unable to return it

There's nothing
       More painful
    Than realizing
           You'll never be able
        To truly love again

There's nothing
         More discouraging
     Than remembering
              You've been hurt
          Too many times

*And your heart can never
be healed enough to love
as fully as you once did.

The dawn greeted me
in hues of pink and violet

The dusk bid
fare thee well
in hues of orange

The moonlight
kissed and caressed
my skin
in a gentle glow

The mists of time and space
bathes me in dew
drenching me to my soul

Drenched and shivering,
The mauled slivers of trash
Drag themselves down the sewers
And into a bottomless pit of hate.

It meets my heart there,
Sitting and wallowing in self pity for its destruction,
Reminiscing the old days
Where it was plump and happy,
Red and full...
When it wasn't exposed to the true nature of love.
Words of hate thrown like snowballs,
Freezing it over,
Chipping bits of it away
Until it was almost gone...

Tears soaking up all the blood spilling out of the wounds of the dear heart,
It mixes in with the dew
Bubbling, steaming,
Churning into poison,
Until finally it burns through everything,
And no heart, no soul is left.

How hard it is to be grateful
for all those little pleasures
when the heart is torn asunder