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25. My heart’s compass

I don‟t have much to give so I blow it all for you.

I go crazy trying to fit in your circle

But I certainly am no match.

I desired to show you my writings

But I‟m afraid you‟ve gone beyond blind.

I read through everything to feel you once again,

Only to be left on a mini-high.

I trusted and loved,

Searched and found,

Repaired yet only to break while losing my mind all over again.

I wish you knew how my tears fall

And the explosion of ripple effects they gather.

Drowning in the intoxicating smell of blood, tears, and pain

The three meanings of love.

I fell for a slay and his cohorts…

Only to be left alone with no coordination.

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