I never learned how to love
and like a chisel
on my ice heart
they all began to chip away
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“Reading you has made me a better writer. Loving you has made me a better person”
I can compare it all to the smoking of a cigarette
the inhale
we breathed each other in,
letting the poison sink
into the deepest
depths it diffused
deeper into my lungs.
coating each membrane
covering each surface.
the hold
the smoke settled
taking control
obsessively orchestrating
each word, each movement
all dictated
unmanaged, uncontrolled
still replicating.
the exhale
the venom exited
with a sigh of release
i let go of my smoke
free from the choking
the coughs
but it wasn’t gone
still there still seeping out.
i let it go.
stopping it from killing me
stopping the disease
releasing the haze from my hold
i let it go.
allowing the cigarette to fall
the bud to burn out,
as the smoke faded away.
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And as the rain falls
so does the depths of my heart
I never did fathom how far
I could fall.
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