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Beneath a cerulean dome, your smile lights up my tiny world.
My paper skin crackles while your
laughter ripples, lost on the breeze, delivered to a stranger’s ears.
My heart shines at your careless sound, and I’m proud to call you mine.
You breathe new life into my ancient soul;
you keep me young while I grow old.

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Still ruffled from sleep
He leaves silently in the dark
And leaves me bereft

Lizzi mills
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Honeyed words spoken with a bitter tongue;
In my urgent thirst, I drank them in.

Verisimilitude of love, cloaked in a tissue of lies;
All the while, your sweetness silently killing me.

And you left me for dead.

Partial harpy, partial drudge.
My mind is mud, turgid sludge.
In vicious turmoil, churning round.
My mind can’t hear, there’s too much sound.

I don’t like this me,
I’m not how I like to be,
I’m needle sharp, rough and raw,
It seems you are my fatal flaw

Sunk in quicksand, sucking mire
head so cold, heart on fire
Paralysed by poisoned appetite
It’s you I want, it’s me I spite

There’s a hole in my chest where my heart used to be and I’m trying to fathom what happened to me.

Your wolf’s words dressed up like a lamb did so cheat,
And you softened me up like tenderized meat.

And hard tho I tried to block out the din
Of the harsh little words from the voices within,
I cannot ignore, avoid or pretend
That I didn’t suspect our idyll would end.

I weep from the loss, the precipitous drop,
and I’m breathless and hopeless and fear I can’t stop.

I’ve never been good in the hands of defeat,
so I’m hiding out here in my mawkish retreat

But I can’t run away from the idea of you,
and I need to stop feeling the way that I do

I need to face facts and set myself free but there’s a hole in my chest where my heart used to be