My heart was once a dying tree.
Now my vision is clear
But she�s still all I can see.
I grit my teeth and swear her name,
She never cared, at best.
Leaving me in a puddle of tears,
My mind clouded and distressed.
Her hair falls from her fingers,
As her eyes turn away from mine.
Breathing in a moldy, shallow dust,
Wanting her back�I try, I pine.
I know the more she�s pursued,
I propel her into boredom.
But I can�t live another second
Of wanting the whole, but getting a crumb.
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