My Year in Poetry

Mon, 11/21/2016 - 21:25 -- ejones6

This time last year,

I was love torn

Love sick

"Sick" isn't even strong enough-

I was dying of consumption 

And what was eating me was 

Misguided affection

Blind devotion to a boy 

Blindly devoted to a dream

I'm still recovering

I had relapses, rebounds, redirection

But this year is better than the last,

Though

My sight's still blurry from time to time

And my heart still aches with foolish sorrow,

It's still beating

And how many people can say that?

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