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You never cared. I kissed you. You kissed me. It ment nothing. Ashes to ashes we all fall down. I crumbles for months. Instead of 3 a.m. Non sleepings it was 5 a.m., blankly staring at the Ceiling, I know know that I erased you from everything except my mind. It's not hard anymore without you here. I deserved better. Now it's over.
You never cared Dallan
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
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