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Decomposed

This is my discourse
on my discontent discontinuity
of thought and feeling
and I see no beauty
in self restraint.

Yet to you my love
never enough; your perfection extended
far past your reach
perhaps past your desire
to not be alone
I cannot help but see
the imperfect imperfections
dancing within my words;
to see everything
through jaded eyes

The sting of your kiss
still a vibrant sensation
teasing me playfully
at 4 am while I lie
unable to sleep

You were always there
through life’s tedious trivialities
yet your touch distant
your words somehow reserved
when I needed them the most

You first saw me and believed
my body bled of beauty; now
in your eyes, I rattle
only a broken music box,
your daily dose of discontentment.

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