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Friday, July 13, 2018

Stupidly Foolish

These streams running down my face
Is it sadness or is it hate?

I am stupidly and foolishly in love with you
I am stupidly and naively can’t hate you

These streams run down my ribs
Is this regret or is it healing?

I stupidly and foolishly believed you
I stupidly and naively can’t forget you

These streams merge
What is stronger?
What is thicker?

The pools get bigger
The pools get wider

I was so stupid for believing you
I was so foolish for trusting you
My naive heart believed every word you ever said

What is stronger?
Your will to break me or my will to survive?

The streams ruining down my face
The stream running down my ribs
I need these fluids inside in order to survive

You may have broken me
But I am not crushed

No more streams
No more pools
They will be dried by the drought

No more love
No more affection
I am no longer stupidly foolish when it comes to you

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