WE BROKK UPP!!!!

DEADWOOD (a poem by me)

the abuse was so real
the manipulation so fierce--
more aggressive than the strongest lion.
I remember how his eyes used to
glow with fire.
I liked to believe it was a beautiful fire,
one of which I was safe from all harm.
but little did I know
such a fire does not exist
in anyone's eyes
much less anyone's heart.

For every wildfire that spawns
in the innocence of a quiet forest,
there comes a fee
that is not just condolence.
it leaves debris, deadwood, toxins
and exhaust
from the poisonous fumes
that were once love.

to put out this particular fire,
there is no amount
of water
or oxygen
you can smother it with.
for you must let it burn out
all of the deadwood
and all the evil little creatures that inhabit themselves
in that little quiet forest.
the wildfire is, in the end,
for the greater good
so that when it winds down,
you may create something new
and more precious
and more beautiful
than ever before.

heartbreak is a wildfire,
and the forest composed
of your most prized possessions.

so my love, burn out
all of the deadwood.
because soon this fire will
die out
and all the sting will extinguish
and the smoke will clear.

but you mustn't forget
the ash that he left
in all of the debris
in order to form a new beginning.

Me and You

Love Game

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