Starting Over.

All the words I have written,
About my love for you,
Make me nauseous.

All the tears I have cried,
For this miserable story,
Have not been worth it.

Your eyes were cold sapphires,
On that hot summer morning,
When we parted.

Your hands were love,
Only for a moment,
Before it was over.

Never thought it would be you,
I would fall for,
So much that I cannot breathe.

Now in the fading light of candles,
I put down my pen,
Refusing to remember.

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