Every thought of bereavement
Each idea of separation,
When did this love transform to rage?
Misplaced rage, messed up emotions.
Fear, pain, torture.
This tragedy of love,
Movies never mention.
Displaced rage with patience.
Lost faith, new founded insomnia.
Recurrent dreams of abandonment.
When did I become this weak?
Complex feelings, complicated conceptions.
Ill-shaped rage.
Leave me alone,
With my poor old compassion.
Love was to make me strong.
Love was to give me hope.
Love gave me pain instead,
So I never dare to care again..
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