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Oct 23
I gave my heart, so bright, so true,  
A fragile flame I offered you.  
But in your hands, it slipped like sand,  
A love you couldn’t understand.  

You drained my light, my warmth, my fight,  
Left me in shadows, void of sight.  
I begged for more, I begged for change,  
But you stayed distant, cold, and strange.  

You held my heart with fingers tight,  
Suffocating all its light.  
Each plea I whispered met a wall,  
As silence filled the space of all.  

You swore you'd learned the rhythm’s flow,  
That now, you'd truly want to grow.  
Yet once again, you held it wrong,  
And played the same, forgotten song.  

I’m left with echoes of your touch,  
A heart once open, feeling much.  
But now it's tired, worn, and slow,  
From giving what you’d never know.
Dahlia
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