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Love Sick

I’m sick doctor.
I’m love sick,
And you’re
The cure

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Extinguish

You were a blazing fire
So ruthlessly extinguished

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Poetry

Poetry is not about
How many words
You write
But rather
What words
You write

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Mend Me

Her soft lips
Pressed against
My cold ones
As darkness
Was consumed
By light
And I felt
My broken soul
Start to mend
Not fully,
But it’s
Started to

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Why does my heart
Keep telling me
To love you
Even though my mind
Doesn’t want to?
In a debate of
heart and mind
Which will you choose?

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Bad Habits

I’ve developed a terrible habit
One that makes my wrists
Burn and bleed
It makes my soul
Yearn and weep
Simply to punish myself
For being me.

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Hurry

Watching you
Makes me see
That you seem
To be in a hurry
To die