The next time my lips
touch your fist,
I will have the strength
to only love the cold pavement
that broke my fall

I will no longer
have the capacity
to love the body
that broke my soul

By Chloe Elizabeth

Without you it's so dismal,
I tell you, it's not blissful!
But still bae, it's a drizzle,
With you here in the middle,
Oh my, It's still a fist full!