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he was kind, in my mind.
his lips, sweet.
we felt such heat.
then he lied.
it broke me.
I had to try to fix this mind,
this hurt soul.
it cut me down, this pain.
true love, was my true gain.
then we fell out.
so here, I lie and pout.
he says he is sorry,
that he does mean it.
my lips turn down, my eyes low.
I had to put my chin in a rope,
to look up, up, up.
stop, smile.
I have to give some hope.
give time, give an ear.
it'll be okay, love.
it's been a year.
that yell, that talk.
made us hear.
At last look,
he is mine.
I am his.
About the Creator
Trip L.
A neurodivergent lost in the world, and creative expression is a grounding force that reminds me I am here, experiencing it all with you in the most beautiful of ways.
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