Fragmented Thoughts & Broken Wails

Original Poetry
I SWEAR,
LOOKING INTO HIS EYES
WAS LIKE LOOKING
INTO SPACE.
SUCH BEAUTY
CALLOUSLY
POSSESSED HIM.
HE WAS
ORDINARY
MADE
EXTRA-ORDINARY.
IT WAS LIKE
DROWNING IN AN OCEAN
OVER AND OVER AGAIN
UNTIL I FORGOT
WHAT BREATHING
WAS.
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