he's got a lifeless heart that started beating the day I loved you, and meant it.
We knew the pulse, he just couldn't get the blood to flow
and I remember-
a pretty face he kissed, when heads were turned.
Funny-
he was the one with lips parted, dribbling vomit between his teeth-
"but i love you."
Love is relative.
Please tell me what you think
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Whoa...
The imagery in this is intense, but i'm not sure I understand it. Im cant tell what the tone of this poem is supposed to be..

