You said nothing; as if to dare creation,
You could, I was able, a lust from your imagination,
You swayed with every passing breeze without frustration,
And in the end, you said nothing,
you drained me and I walked away.

But we could dismantle, I bomb that didn’t blow,
It took another’s lightening for you to grow,
Intoxicated you weaved on to and fro,
Burned thru, now only in ink you glow,
…incredibly I still love…

Photo by Ruslan Alekso on

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