These are the days
when my mind is loudest and my heart bleeds.
The days when my body is tired.
The days when you haunt my soul
and linger in my thoughts.
The days I fall in love with a version of you
that doesn't exist.
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THE SWEET TASTE OF PAIN
PoetryThe Sweet Taste of Pain About the depths of the human psyche to recognize it, you have to give it a face and accept the awfulness. For him, the person I will always love.
