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Apr 20
It's still there...

My love took a beating in that corner of your room
And when I got up I left it there.

We’re not functional when you’re unhappy
It goes unnoticed when I am.
I sat there fighting for our bond,
tried showing you I’d fight for our love.

I opened up my chest and looked away as the creature that hugs my heart to protect it in a form of self sacrifice let go and made himself seen.
Too bright for me.
Stood tall, proud, showing his aura, his beam.
But when I looked back down he was on his knees
Begging for your presence.
What I thought was a bright flame turned into self immolation.

Dead inside and emotionally drained
I’ve let go if it’s all the same.

My love took a beating in that corner of your room and the distance between us felt like the other side of the world.
I left him there. On the ground shriveled and burned.
Nothing and everything feels the same, I’m drained.

In the end, don’t come to me looking for change.
Walk into your room and somewhere in that corner
You’ll find what you’re looking for mangled and deranged.
saint
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saint  25/M/here
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   Jeremy Betts
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