There would be nothing to say
no thing I would want
to do with you
not the death
of my desire
its over
has been
for so long
our skeletons
are no longer the same
not that
that stops me
from wondering
how the hell are you?
did you ever
It’s the curse
of romantics
once we open
our hearts
let you in
we don’t let you go
from there
though we might
throw you out
of our day to day
curse you
for the rain you bring
dissolve your love
in the acid
of pain
what could’ve been
your stain

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