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But
Someone in between
My reflection stares back at me
My face is painted with the word "but"
I spoke truth and love softly
But those that spoke loudest were heard first
Perhaps I'll never feel whole
A face drawn with ink
Almost art
But the rain smeared the image
A girl that was pretty
But only when she was sculpted to be what others wanted to see
Someone in between
I've felt like this poem has been in me for as long as I could remember. I've only just now found the words.
maybe he's a psychopath
maybe just an artist
maybe he's on a warpath
or maybe he's just heartless
He was her lover,
Her soul was under his responsibility.
Her heart was in his hands,
But he couldn’t take care of it.

She begged him to keep her close,
Closer than a lover.
She prayed he wouldn’t hurt her heart,
Since her heart adored him.

That heart of hers is so deep in love,
It’s melting because of its longing.  

She prayed, don’t hurt my heart.
In denial, that he already has.

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