Life moves through me like
Water breaking through a levy
Flowing out my innocent eyes
onto the surface of my skin.
I am broken.
My heart blown up by what I knew was not love,
But the possibility.
You left me there on my tear stained sheets,
There to sleep with the smell
of smoke on my pillow as it blew from your feet.
And there I was stuck with my only thought...
I could have loved you, my dear.

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