A twisted wreckage
this thing I call my heart
that's okay
being buried under the debris
Of us.
If you could forget
the taste of her skin
For just a quiet minute
this inferno of hell
wouldn't hurt so much.
Spare me the clues
Of your happiness
just hit the pavement
let me go.
I see your eyes
in the shadows of strangers
late night calls
forbidden touch,
Why does love hurt so much?




Good luck in the contest, Sweetie.


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