In the last ditch effort:
She breathes in deep and lets it out
too slowly.
mentally preparing herself for the
horse-like kicks aimed at her stomach.
Her dancing was futile, his words were fake
That time was wasted
love has been unkind to her
His betrayal runs too deep.
She sighs and breathes deep again.
It always takes more than one breath.
realistically, it's pathetic.
Her fireflies are gone, the moon is shadowed
The poppy fields are burnt
and his kiss still lingers
She swears it was worth it.
Breath. Breath. The kicks are aimed.
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once again. But it's my fault too. I didn't listen damn i should have listened.
Maybe the pain was worth it though.
I still don't know.
I love him.
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