...wasted tears...

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    ...wasted tears...

    ...blood flows from my veins like tears....each drop a reminder of the pain you've caused...i am broken...unable to think of nothing but you...knowing that this pain will only get worse...with each beat of my shattered heart my soul spills onto the floor...love is a lie...a myth...at least for you...no remorse for what you've done...knowingly killing me with each word that passes from your lips...and me unable to stop your blade from going deeper...happiness is an illusion...as is forgiveness...of which you deserve neither...so let the blood pour out of me...for i'd rather be alone in hell....than spend another minute wasting my tears on you....

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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