Intertwined

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Stories come and go, what do I know?

One like mine exists once in a lifetime.

Knowing that you were once mine

Makes the pain lessen and feel a little more fine.

Reminiscing of your simple affection creates an affliction of my heart.

Our puzzle pieces looked less than finished, but more like art.

Complexity filled the nights with arguments and fights

Coming and going, I never knew where we stood

Built up resentment filled my lungs with empty words and no excuses

Apathy consumes me, making me weak and loose.

I concede, I concede, I concede.

Love of my life, why won’t you be mine?

Our hurts fill our souls; our souls no longer intertwined.

So long, Valentine…

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