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Lost Love
The words of a heart felt letter "I love you I didn’t do it", fading into ashes. The flames of the hostile words "I know you did it, admit it slut" devouring and edging the pain. I stand, broken in shattered bits, my heart washed away by the rain. Words of love actions of hate, "Drew don’t you see that it clashes?" It is done it is over, turn by turn a wave of relief then despair over me crashes. Mine, yours, ours, words of love, amore’ it is now my bane. This heart of mine traveling a one way street in reverse, in the wrong lane. Togetherness taken for granted in its death throes our relationship thrashes. The wrath within loosed on a dying soul. Eternity of blackness snuffs out loves last flicker. This barrage is not you speaking but the words of your mistress Meth. Venom of anger and distrust conjured by your other love has taken its toll. Seething eyes burn me, his stinging tongue whips me with one last snicker. My affection crumpled my heart empty, descending, and falling, fading, death. Summer Gratias
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