Vulnerable
Powerful
Someone had to stop
Wordless
As syllables struggle to leave
my finger tips
like nails in the coffin
of a restless soul
freeing them only spells
tragedy
poisonous romance
It lives and dies with me
You were amazing long
before we met
I fear I was only an anchor
on a boat attempting to fly
You are free now
Tell him
I'm sorry
I would never want to someone
to do
what I did
To me
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