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kianamp
kianamp in love with the art of poetry
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never thought I'd call us a travesty.

travesty.

this is supposed to be

the best time of my life

I've finished an old book

its cover stained

with blood

sweat

and tears

its pages smell

of laughter

and fears

I am starting a new book

its cover blank

pages odourless

but I cannot write

I cannot read

because your page

is holding onto me

like a hungry

senseless leach

it hurts

your teeth

in my skin

it hurts more

to feel

your kiss

I don't know who we are

it's like a sky

not recognizing

its stars

you think I'm cruel

you're getting fed up

I'm losing fuel

to keep this love afloat

this new book

that I speak of

will remain new

if I keep

this travesty of

a relationship

up with you

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