By Damien Knight
My poor soul tossed to sea
I loved and feel spent.
Perhaps I ought to surrender
No one wants me as a lover.
I miss her constant comfort.
I don’t know who I am today
My face melts in the mirror
Dysphoria making life unclear.
She wants my love doesn’t she?
I hoped for too much, empty dreams.
No I won’t give in, I live
Someone needs the love I give.
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loved the third paragraph, beautifully written 😉
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