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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Youth swam in my eyes My sight was clouded by adoration All I perceived was you You perched on the wall of the dam Your soft curls danced in the summer breeze Your shy smirk slowly crawled to the corners of your cheeks Our lips met for the first time The years elapsed You were my muse Every piece of you was to me As the moon and stars are To the obsidian night You showered me with words of love But your mind was entwined by something else Your mind soon consumed your heart You took what you wanted from me You touched me in the spaces most sacred A child trod on seedlings birthed in the young spring’s garden You burned that sacred garden of my youth And all that was pure If you could not seize fruits from the garden, Rage would swallow you You would beg me to feed your hunger And threaten to leave if you were not fed The script you rehearsed would seep from your tongue “If you love me”, bear your fruit “Nothing’s wrong with what I want” “This is just what lovers do” A hardened callous replaced a loving heart What was once warm with life festered to a ragged wound Sorrow boiled in my lungs And stuck to my bones You asked me Why every breath in your direction was laced with anger Why every word was woven with pain You took away the purity of a child And masked it by calling it love
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