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Jun 21
Your stomach churns
But your soul yearns
For the mere touch
Brewing with blush
You will never stop
Your heart drops
No matter how hard you try
Even if you fortunately die
That love
Will haunt thee
For eternity
You thought you killed
That love
But it is everlasting
It is past
The point of return
Oh, it burns
But you learn to love
That love
Maybe it is your identity
Maybe they are the entity
That keeps you going
Flowing
Maybe they love you
No.
Hmm…
Rejection
Possible prevention
Could have saved your pride
But you decided to dive
Hands shiver
***** lingers
Salt is sharp
The pain is art
Yet it is bittersweet
That was no easy feat
Knife draws
Blade calls
Clenching your fists
It embraces your worst
That familiar crimson feeling:
That love.
*send help i meant to copy this and cut the whole thing. this is my warning to write it on notes and not directly on the website. i copied it out of a notebook as well and there were adjustments i made on the site so i’m cooked.
okay! i’ve done it now and i’m pretty sure i  remembered all the edits yayyyy

ANYWAYS //

this poem is about “that love” and how powerful yet painful love can be. i originally wrote this to just pour my soul on the page, so no rhyming or anything. but since i had spare time, i polished it up a bit. also, the moments where it doesn’t rhyme are to show temporary imbalance so it actually wasn’t because of sloppy reasons (hopefully…)
PLS ENJOY!!!
i’d appreciate feedback as well since no one has commented on my posts yet
Written by
Ronnie Hartwood  13/F
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