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I remember writing,

My foot entangled in the mess

That consumed my room.

About you.

I named you absolute,

Like the love i had

For you was that

But it wasnt because i let you go.


Or is it because i loved you

That i felt I needed to let 

you go.

Everyone said i did the right thing

And maybe i did

But i look at you now,

I look at you now

And i see a faint flame 

On a far away candle

Yet with one glance.

It ensnares me.

And my world of dark,

Isnt dark anymore.

Yet the flame still burns when i get too close.

Created: Apr 23, 2014

Tags: poetry, free-verse

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