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Roy Jul 2014
Looking at her pics blures me
She has contradicting effects on me
She makes me laugh and cry
She makes me dull and bright
I hate that I love her so
Running away gets me to her
Writing about her makes me furious
Thinking about her gets me going
Not acknowledging her keeps me sane
Bravo360 Sep 2017
It's the middle of summer,
Yet it's so cold.

As the sun rises,
My vision blures to blackness.

As She carves the heart out my chest.
It feels as if I was like the rest.

So heavy and dark,
Its as She holds a beating piece of obsidian.

Now shrivel and weak
And how it looks so bleak.

So my heart grew cold
And I gave Her what's left

Because I loved with all I had
But it wasn't enough.

— The End —