the raging storm has gone quiet,
chaos has payed its due.
what still remains is my theory on how no love is true.
or maybe just with you.
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wits at the end,
at the start you were my friend.
we lost sight of who we were,
we got caught up in a stir of emotions that deemed us unworthy
of a love thats willing,
with balance
and sturdy.
now you are well exposed,
now all of my wounds;
healed and closed.
now i can see why fate kept us apart.
now i can see that you loved with words and it was never from the heart.