Monday, 24 October 2016

Twenty-one Poems

I wrote twenty-one poems about meeting someone like you
and at least fifty after I actually did.
I also ripped them to shreds and threw them away.
You were just as beautiful as they told me you'd be.
You still are.
You were also just as dangerous.
Just as toxic.
I hope you understand that I can't keep you loving like this.
I can't keep loving you like a beautiful hurricane.
Like this is something that'll turn me into a better person.
I can't.
Not when you ruined me like that.

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