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K Varf
come take my innocence
and make me wise
inject me with your black essence
dispatch the little hope
in my presence
and burn it with my dream not redeemed
drive your blade to the grains
that sliver down in my veins
to your hour glass
do it once everyday
and twice on Sundays
please if you may
for I know of no other pain like you gift
that fills me alive
with your tides and rift
race the thoughts
of my worth as I brace
for the break
and when I rip in two
make it twice on Sundays
please if you may
Published 13th Nov 2019
Author's Note
The title refers to the one she cheated on me with.
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14th Nov 2019 2:22am
Ouch. Really felt the heartbreak here. Sorry for your pain. Emotional poem, enjoyed reading.
