The sincerity of her words
What is it that draws me to her?
That causes me to curse her?
I lash out in anger
When broken up about it
Am racked with guilt
When I can't get around it
A part of my soul dies each day
Every time love is stolen
Broken
Or snatched away
Tis better to break off, shut out the feeling
Than wade ever deeper
Leaving the mind reeling
A mess of emotion
A dearth of compassion
Grief stocked up like winter rations
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