It's all too haunting
when I sit and
think
of you.
It's like
one day,
all I could write
were love poems.
It's like
one day,
all I could do
was love you.
And I'm sorry I pushed,
I'm sorry
I couldn't help it,
but you were just
so god damn beautiful.
I was just too
delicate, so fragile
is all it comes down to.
You didn't have to be there
when you were.
You should have taken flight
long,
long ago,
and left me
before we
tried.
I'm sorry I don't sleep,
and I've lost touch with everything.
I'm sorry each day,
I just want you.
I just want you
to push me.
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