We speak through angry poetry filled with curses and the words
“Broken” and “Torn”, scattered with memories we shared
But in those lines of poetry, you’d never know we actually cared
And every time I read the words, they sink deeper into the page

These expressions are more permanent then I ever thought possible
Burnt in my brain and the back of my eye lids
I try to sleep, but my mind won’t let the idea slip
And every time I think of the words, they etch themselves further in.

And I meant every tear that I shed
And you meant every word that you said.

And now because of you, I fear a pen and paper
My words have been at a loss ever since you left
You stole my creativity; I’m calling it theft
And every time I read the words, I fear my own script

And I meant every tear I shed
And you meant every word you said.

The angry poetry stopped, along with all lines of communication
It broke my heart to see you for the last time today
We had no more then 20 meaningless empty words to say
And as I look back on the words I read, they have disappeared from the page.
 
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