Almost Doesn't Count Read Count : 47

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.

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  • Jul 05, 2020

  • Jul 05, 2020

  • awesome, you put it all down si nicely, thank you for your writings they are a real treat

    Jul 06, 2020

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