Disenchanted Love

I hear you breathing,
My heart stops beating.
The pain is real—
I don’t trust you anymore.

What gives you the right?
I never knew,
Something tells me to go
My heart only stays,
Crying dry tears.

Let me breathe a little more
Let me know what you do.
I can try to understand,
If the doors would swing open.

But nothing hurts more than
Seeing your world outside of my own.

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A poem writtened about 2 a.m. at the Denny's in Painted Post, some of my best work is done that late/early in the night/day.

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