I am so in love I do not care. As if everything passionate and vibrant was wrung from me. A portrait bled of color. Your words float in me like clouds. Nothing! Nothing! You are nothing to me now. You are my everything so you are my nothing. I am happy to be rid of you. Sad to have even begun. Life passes so quickly you forget even the original hurt. Now those times prick like the thinnest splinter. Even words are hard to come by, when I used to write down sonnets.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
