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Aug 2023
i am not much of a love poet
words only contain beauty if pain accompanies like an uninvited party guest.
once a hopeless romantic, i extend roses to you, tight grip on the stem.
thorns digging deeply into my nervous palms.
do you love me my dear?
you turn your back and walk away, not noticing the blood pouring down my wrist.
this is the only way i know how to love.
Written by
Emme Blumer  21/Cisgender Female/Virginia
(21/Cisgender Female/Virginia)   
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