Almost Doesn't Count
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Category : Poems
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Intense.A drug.And I couldn't get enough,no matter how much of him I consumed.Potent and powerful.He ruined me,and yet,I kept going back for more.If I were to rip myself open,it wouldn't be blood that poured out of me,it would be him.My fix.That's what he was.I wanted to spend hours breathing him in,hold my breath long enough,for every organ to say his name,the way I did.He put butterflies in my bones,turned my heart into an inferno.I can still feel the butterflies swirling through the flames,calling his name,but my heartbreak,calls him the one that got away.
