Sitting here
Page empty
That’s your fault
I can’t think nor sleep
Nor write
I don’t want you
To leave
But you left anyways
Broken dreams
Shattered
You said it was your way
To show you were stronger
Your big blue eyes
Map out in my head
The pen doesn’t move
The
Occasional drops of ink
Fall
In perfect circles
On the empty page
That I blame you for
My body craves for your voice
Your touch
Your laugh
Your tears
That I softly kiss away
Perhaps you will forget me
You told me you never would
I didn’t believe you
But I wish I could
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