poetry isn't beauty
Poetry isn't beautiful anymore becasue of you.
I wrote about things I wanted.
Then I had those with you.
Watching them shatter broken on the floor.
It's like watching everything I ever once had go down to hell.
It is like crying myself to sleep because I can't love myself anymore.
-art
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