Heart aches to fall.

The battle of roses

fought with barrel of a gun,

blood seeks to merry the rose

with a little color of its own.

 

The trauma of loss,

the tyranny of indifference,

heart aches to fall,

forever and ever alone.

 

Despising my existence,

to unsee the separation,

and to unite in the world

known to all but none.

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