The skies breathe your name,

The sun shines your love,

The heavens reflect your affection,

The moon lights your face,

The galaxies hold your presence.


You hear my cries,

You listen to my heart beat,

You give me your shoulder,

You console me to keep quiet,

But what you miss out is,

I need to be loved not held,

I need to be adored not fucked,

I need to be comprehended not messed.


The end is near,

The love is rare,

I believed in you,

I had faith in you,

Guess I was wrong,

messed up my mind,

fucked over myself,

I laid down thinking;

Where had I gone wrong?

I found nothing but this:

You were a thief,

and I was a believer.

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