the pages are fragile
soaked with my tears
and my pen bleeds with your name
which courses through my arteries
and seems to always go back to my heart
and decides to fuck with my head
that gets its hair pulled out with my hands
which might as well be yours
since i can no longer touch another woman
unless she's a replica of you
but there can only be one you
the one who doesn't love me
and there's plenty more
but you're the only one that matters
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