the eyes are
a burning soul
every moonlit moment
is devoted to him
i love it.
staring at the mirror,
looking at my face and hating it
knowing
part of me wishes,
hopes
and sees something
worthwhile
even as i cringe.
how do you love someone
who doesn’t love you
how do you let go of a dream
that has held your heart
since before
you knew
It was even there.
desperate attempts at salvation
leave you homeless
heartbroken
had I the choice again
i would follow every love
until it shredded my heart
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