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Jul 2018
the word came out of your mouth
as sharp as a blade
easy for you to say
but hard for me to swallow

as easy for you to say
as it was for the three letters toΒ Β 
gut me from the inside


i have come to hold animosity toward
the one syllable word.

my chest bursts open like
a black hole
******* every last bit of my happiness
gone into the never ending vastness
of darkness

i felt my lungs

but almost as if the word itself
had frozen my breath
as it left your lips

and with it went
my windpipe and lungs

you looked at me with those
crystal blue eyes
and my insides imploded, sending
each shard of ice
to poke and **** at my heart
just like


Written by
Willow  New York
(New York)   
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