I am swimming in an ocean of bitter “in vains”,
I am almost drowning.
I am so sick of these
nonsensical pains,
they do not make sense to me anymore.
In the storms of steal
that cry out “love me, please!”,
that color the wasted landscape
of my heart deeply blue,
I am shaken too much
and I am feeling so lost,
that I must beg you
to step aside
and let me move on.
The irony
to have your number right in front of me,
but seeing no reason
to ever
call you
again
is killing me
and I fear
that it will kill you, too.
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