The Opposite of Love


It wasn’t love....
It wasn’t right....
It was sweat....and strife...
It was hunger in the night...
Nights spent full of regret....
Nights I try hard to forget ...
But they left a fracture on my soul...
One that continues to grow....
No matter how hard I fight...
I will never be quite right...
But just know...Im still fighting...
I wont spend my days in hiding...
I will win back a shred of myself...
I will endure my personal hell...
And someday...I’ll be alright....
I am no longer....Queen of the night...

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