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I came to you with a cool drink of water
In the desert, we couldn't get hotter
Into my love you fell,
from hell,
into slaughter,
My love for you , a bell, ringing for truth
You couldn't face it

I'm sorry I couldn't save you,
but I loved you,
and I still do
There will always be that part of me,
Alive in what remains of you 🖤

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KneAuxBody

I like this ...

The bittersweet taste of love
put into words
that resonate achingly
with the broken hearts
of those of us who tried to love
a broken person
and failed

MrMortal · 41-45, M

In the shadows of your words, I see a reflection,
A portrait of love's subtle deception.

Love, you claim, it's irrational and wild,
But in your grasp, did it reconcile?
Submission without sacrifice, what did you truly give?
A mere facade of affection, did he truly live?

You tended to the damaged, it's what you do,
But was he just another project to construe?
A canvas for your healing touch,
Or a pawn in your game, not asking much?

Look upon the reflection I present,
Naked and unafraid, in your judgment's descent.
Can you truly accept what you see,
Or is denial your chosen decree?

For love is not a game, nor a mere pursuit,
It's a commitment, raw and absolute.
In your truth, can you truly confess,
That you gave your all, nothing less?

And so I gaze into the mirror of your soul,
And confront the truth, making it whole.
For in the end, it's not about him or me,
But about the love you claim to decree.

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@MrMortal

Perhaps it is your words, not mine,
That keep your heart confined?

Perhaps it is you only know to take,
To love for love's sake?

For a man who thinks so little of me,
Has written his own decree.

He's sees what he wants to see.

What more can I bare before you,
Before you set yourself free?