Those deceiving words you said,
shattered me
That adrenaline-arousing smile of yours, saddened me
What I thought was love... perished me
The road was only pale, no source of illumination
My hands were numb, no source of circulation
My eyes were swollen, no source of “condensation”
My heart... was broken, no source of jubilation
Yet, even this everlasting eternity seems to cease
And so did our love— I moved on.
— N.J.
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