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Lonely for you only
I would give you the world
I'd hold your hand and kiss your head
Until your stomach twirled
You're the smell after it rains
Your kisses leave stains
You're my last thought before bed
Your fingers linger in my head
Don't leave me here
With goosebumps burning from your touch
Don't leave me here
Please, I love you so much
You walked away and I just watched
Each step left a little crack
Right across my heart
My bones started to wither
My heart, again bitter
Everything I once was started to deplete
The wind scooped me up off my feet
Destroying everything we ever built
My petals started to wilt
I loved you wholly
Losing myself in you only
If only you were lonely
Petrichor- a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies after it rains
Built up tears,
A dam released,
Violent movements,
Punching bags.

And all at once,
It liberated itself
Of its confining chains.

Alone,
An empty house,
All that movement in still air,
Very much hoping to be heard.

And the irony
of not knowing how to explain.

Harsh tears,
Ripped heart,
A voice made coarse,
Anger,
Frustration,
Fused a total meltdown.

An agonising cry,
Desparate movements replay
On days when feelings numb down,
And a hole widens from deep within,
Projecting from an empty shell,
Onto a vastly absent world.

All the kicking,
The punching,
Sore knuckles,
Aching knees,
Swollen eyes,
Dripping sweat,
An utterly spent heart.

And a hot scalding bath later,
An hour or so,
When souls filled a place called home,
It was as though nothing ever happened,
Simply a day well spent,
Rather eventful.
Unknown forest, haunted place.
She's dancing through the fog amazed.
Every night she meets him in her dreams
without knowing he's the most dangerous thing.
She shyly gives him a glance
and he holds her by her waist.
Heart beats out of control,
her body's losing its warmth.
Cold blooded man
and the most naive woman.
Trembling inside.
Life's taken away from her eyes.
Lost in a painful paradise
she finds the dumbest way of demise.
Loving a deadly monster
who loves nothing but slaughter.
Stealing souls, ending freedom
The most powerful demon.
Love might **** you.
When I heard the news,
I crumbled.
Piece by piece, shards of my heart
fell away,
uncovering a revelation:
You are not the villain after all.

Or maybe, you're clambering.
Grasping onto any similarity
she and I share.
Searching
to fill the void left by me
like I filled that of the one before.

And I realize
maybe we're all just trying to fill
the spaces left by the ghosts
of those we once knew.
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