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I Used to Love Her

I used to love the way her hair shined,

Brighter than than the moonlight,

I used to love her cobalt blue eyes,

As it always left me speechless and my mouth dry,

I used to love her smile, teeth shining and dimples showing,

It was as if she was a siren, beautiful and captivating,

Used to, Used to, Used to,

I used to love her, until she noticed me,

A different glint in her eyes, a different smile,

Her eyes once shining like diamonds, now replaced with a sickening blue vile,

Her grins and chuckles, once soothing now makes shivers run down my spine,

I feel fear, and something else, bloom inside me everytime,

"How could someone look so innocent?" I thought, remembering all the times she reminded me of a bunny,

Now I'm the bunny, me,

Skittering and hopping as I try to find a way out,

And she is the wolf, running and laughing, chasing me down,

It's as if we've become nothing but predator and prey, like a repetitive theater play,

I run, she hunts,

I plead, she feeds,

I hope, and I hope, and I hope,

But as she catches me again, and again, and again,

I can feel that hope inside me become naught but a tiny flame,

And as a sense of hopelessness fills me, I feel another emotion take place,

Attraction, Adoration, Love,

Oh how I loathed myself when I realized,

How I wanted to run for the hills and scream when I recognized, as if my feelings felt compromised,

How I wanted to ask God himself, "why? Why did this happen? What sin did I do to let this happen?"

But of course, no one had answered me, not even God himself,

Because why would they? Why would they answer to a hopeless romantic that fell in love with their captive?

And yet no matter how much I try,

No matter how many of those signs that I deny,

I still find myself craving her touch, her attention,

Even when I know that good is not within her intentions,

I still love her, but it will never be the same,

I will never feel the same flame that I felt,

Rather, the new flame burns me to the touch,

This love is different, malicious, toxic to the touch,

In the end, I'll always love her,

And I suppose she, too, knows,

She knows I would never leave her, never harm her, never hate her, not truly,

And isn't that just such a comedy?

To still love the one that has harmed me most?

I just hope that she loves me in the way that I love her.

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My 2nd poem, I'll probably slow down after this post so don't expect me to post poems daily- I'm very spontaneous with writing literature.

Ngl tho I kinda don't like the line "like a repetitive theater play" it just kinda feels so out of place- idk tho let me know what you all think by commenting so I can improve please!

[blooppo0]

Set Me Free

I remember a time where there was nothing,

When all I could see was darkness,

And all I could feel was nothing,

But then I heard a big bang,

And then there was something,

I was curious, I was confused, I was amazed,

I had never been able to feel, see, nor touch such things before!

The new and exciting features that I've gained had left me speechless and dazed,

Oh how it left me wanting for more!

I was ecstatic, but I was also lonely,

I hadn't come across anyone at all, if only,

I craved companionship from something that hasn't existed yet,

Without it, I felt as if my whole world had been offset,

But then a curious little thing approached me,

It crawled on four legs and babbled on happily,

That was how I first met you, when you were just a baby,

Modern people may judge me for it,

But this was centuries ago, it was when laws and rules didn't exist,

And so I fell in love at first sight,

By the first creature that I met with my own two eyes,

And as I got to know you better,

We bonded, like polar opposites to one another,

And as we chatted more and more,

I fell in love with you with fervour,

But as time passed on, and days, turned to weeks, turned to months, and then turned to years passed by us,

We both notice something,

I was still as fresh as a gust, and you were as old as the sea,

And oh how that scared me,

How the realization stung,

That out of the both of us who'd die first, it wouldn't be me,

More days, weeks, months, and years pass by,

You were the first to accept that fact,

While I took more time to act,

And yet, as it finally happened, I still mourned your soul, your personality and your presence,

If I had more time, I would've showered you with even more presents,

Even so, even if you're no longer here,

I still like to think that you're watching over me,

That there is a God and that you're living your afterlife with no fear,

I just wish that that same God would also set me free.

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Soooo, my first post here, what did you guys think? I'm looking to improve more on my writing so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! (Also how do you use fonts???)