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One by one petals fell.
I consulted a daisy,
To see if you truly loved me.
I went to pick off the last one,
But it didn’t come off completely.
Half a petal lingered.
It foretold your half hearted approach.
I should’ve listened to that daisy.
I only write,
when
I am in love
or
Falling apart.
How to become a poet:
Let someone rip your soul apart.
And in the need of mending ,
You will replace it with words.
I thought
I left you behind
the last time you came
to take me

and yet
I hear you
pounding
inside my mind

come place your hand
in mine

I swear
I left you behind
and yet
I hear you pounding
                           pounding
                                    pounding

alright

I­ let you inside
now darkness comes
in the daylight
and you're
just too dark
to fight

I hate
I let you inside
because
I had the key

and yet
you got the best of me
To write poetry is to
tear your soul
in small pieces
and stick them down
on a piece of paper
in a wave
of overcoming power
In the stillness of the night beneath the shimmering stars, the moonlight dims and the world grows quiet,
I think of him.
your smile
your laugh
your hugs
your voice
I remember
our jokes
our time
our moments
and I miss them so much
I miss you
overthinking is the key
to destruction
and i have demolished cities
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