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May 2020
You made me feel like I was prominent, but soon showed me I was not salient.
Looking at you, abhorrence I feel. Knocked down we go, you fumble ahead.
I smile at you, make light of it instead.
Make this work, I would have done. But you've lost my trust, again to come.
Over again, we fumble down, this time gently taking off my crown.
Anguished, I whispered her name, silent warnings what came.
You shot us both, non-committal stare down the barrel.
Keeping you close, still too afraid of letting go.
Through with the hope, trust out the door,
I'll never return, you'll never be more.
You ask for forgiveness, I show nothing of the sort.
Love should last, but with you it's too short.
Aryana Lovelace
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Aryana Lovelace  14/Cisgender Female
(14/Cisgender Female)   
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