patent merlin
-Hey....
-NO! no... don't come back...
-but I...
-No! Please don't come, I'm afraid to look into your eyes again.
our ending hurts, but IT WAS NOT MY FAULT!
-Everything I did was for love, not to throw you into thin stones for painful moments in your mind
-everything I did, every rose I gave you, YOU threw a piece of my heart in the trash along with them, nailing it to the stakes you said you didn't know existed
-What else could I do? you are that way
a stranger, exaggerated, a person who loves too much, I didn't expect all this...
-the truth is that you loved the poetry, not the poet, you liked the smell, not the roses and at the end of it all... what did you want? I am a poet! an exaggerated man whose words of love and feelings are my guides.
-does that make you superior? The truth is that you loved it too much, you know? Every poem you gave me was so beautiful... I felt indebted, I thought I would get used to it... you were very good to me...
-I never did it expecting something in return... I never thought that loving too much was a problem... I never thought that intense emotions on a paper that would later be recited to a person to whom I would give my blood was another problem... Mere excuses only make me think more about why, and doubt is my greatest enemy now, I sink further into this ocean of despair as it tries to consume me with tsunamis of torturous thoughts that are not my fault...
(a poem in the format of a long and intense conversation without much figurative)
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