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I screamed your name a thousand times,
but you chose to play deaf, like you heard nothing.
I cried a river and drowned in it,
yet you walked past me, like I wasn't your everything.

I gave my all, till I was left with nothing but a body.
You took my mind, heart, and soul—now I'm empty.
You were my first, and I wanted you to be my last;
your life went on, leaving me a part only of your past.
I hope you're doing okay right now. It's been a month since we last talked, you left me without a proper goodbye, making me wonder if you really have left me forever or not. Don't worry, I will always be here. I will no longer wait for you but I will always love you.
Maybe it's just not meant to happen—
how beautifully you may have imagined your future.
If it's not for you, stop forcing it to be yours.
Despite giving it your all,
the stars won't always align in your favor.
I will no longer force anything, my love.
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new
What could hurt more
Than being left with a heart scorned,
When the door of love unknowingly closed
In silence, amidst the clattering storm?

Questions linger there,
With no one to answer or care,
Hanging on fire, waiting for a call,
Defying the pain of a broken fall.

Will there ever be recovery
From the tranquility of tragedy?
Or a gleam of hope
In the unlit space of a torn passion's trope?
We were two quantities, behaving opposite in nature,
Like pressure and volume, inversely proportional.
We compress and expand at constant temperature—
I expand further, you compress closer; inversely proportional.

You are the R in the Ideal Gas Law's equation,
My constant, my ever-faithful solution.
Yet we aren't truly the ideal gas it seeks to ponder,
For we attract rather than repel one another.

You were the 0.0821,
The constant in PV = nRT.
Increasing in my mind, you remain the only one—
Steadfast in my heart, you will always be loved by me.
I tried to hide,
Despite the anticipation
Of wanting to see you.
But it wasn’t really hiding, I guess—
Just the adrenaline rush I felt
After seeing your ever-familiar face.

Whilst hiding,
And waiting for whatever you might guess,
You entered the scene and left me flabbergasted.
I froze, with a smile and a weary mind,
Stuck between wanting to run toward you
And away from you.
A four-cornered quiet room,
grey with an atmosphere of gloom
a cold, so familiar I've grown to know,
welcomed me like it's my home.

On and off, I switched the light on
yet it flickered like it lost an ohm
it hurt my eyes for some reason
still, the pain felt like it's my home.

As the thud of blade fell on the floor
and my skin felt the rush of ichor,
peace echoed, my eyes closed like a dome
finally, I said
I'm home

— The End —