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E McNamara
Poems
Mar 2018
My Destruction
It was my destruction- in the best way.
His presence, just that alone
Would make me lose all breath
I’d be panting,
Trying to catch what I had lost.
When I saw him
My heart would do anything
But keep a rhythm
I could never walk steadily
He was my destruction- in the best way.
His eyes made me shake
My bones turned to rainwater
I was taken by him.
Hung on every word out his lips.
He was my destruction- in the best way.
And when I thought he forgot me
It shattered me
The courage I found
To talk to him
I don't know from where, it came
Turns out he had not forgotten me
But moved on from me
And that’s what hurt the most
But that was the pill I needed to swallow
To forget him
He was my heart’s destruction- in the worst way.
Talking to him shattered what feelings I had felt for him. So now I'm finally over him, but God, he made my heart beat like I was running a marathon.
#love
#him
#destruction
#forgotten
#breath
#past
#finally
#overhim
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