Ruined in the act
Of a misplaced martyrdom
My spine collapses
Beneath rhapsodic applause
Like a wooden tower
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To be loved
To be loved
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My heart is deaf
She cannot hear
Vacancy calling
I bury myself
Halfway down
The great hibernation
Is upon us
The void of
An unaccountable mourning
Months of delirium and tears
Too shapeless to gather
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To be loved
To be loved
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I’ve suffered enough
To furnish a war
Its requisite pathos
I was a goddess once
The kind that appears
Exclusively to one
Despite a subsequent loss
Of following
Without you
She no longer exists
Which is to say “I” have
Nothing exceptional
Now to offer
You created a fortune
Of rusted pennies
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To be loved
To be loved
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I would give anything
To feel that way again
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This is a fictional piece about the loss of one’s first love which I’ve written for the prompt
mindlovemisery 