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I am sad. Of course, it is obvious as to why I am sad. He's leaving. He's leaving and I am staying to mourn and cry. I do not wish him to stay. But it is like salt on my wounds to see him leave.
That Man
That man of taut jaw
and noble mind and soul,
gave me excrutiating pleasures
and broke me into whole.
He tore apart my visions,
he sliced my heart in two.
Kept one shard in his pocket,
came back for the other due.
Yet that same man who bruised my lips
and scarred my body pure,
that same man savored me succulently
A passion I can't endure.
That man was in simple words:
satin, tainted, intensity.
That man is in all
the simple answer to my complexity.
Even Angels Cry
He glanced her way just once
She could've sworn she saw devotion
His tears were of self
Her love was raw emotion
He sliced in for acceptance
She desired to be cut deep
His reward was steep
Her regrets were unanswered
He only glanced, he never saw
She only felt, she never thought
His pain is eternal
Her tears are those of an angel's