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your love runs dry
it always rains
you’re the reason
for my worst days
the blues I choose
the shades of gray
you paint the sky
on my darkest days
I hate you most
but I hate the way
you’re still the sun
on my perfect days
Meeting you was an accident,
And
You are the scar
I never want to heal from.
 Jan 2019 DarkSkyesRising
autumn
i am afraid of
losing loved ones
and being alone in the dark,
but mostly,
i am afraid of being
merely tolerated
when i want so badly to be loved.
 Nov 2018 DarkSkyesRising
adept
i’m just not cutting it anymore.
and you are lying straight to my face
to the moon
 Nov 2018 DarkSkyesRising
Cheryl
There are worse things
than a broken heart
but to a romantic
to a poet soul
it's fuel, it's fodder
we keep scratching the scab off
and fingerpainting in the pool of our own blood
still working on closing the wound..
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