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Him
December 16, 2019
She lived through her heart,
laughed through her tears.
Faces she couldn’t tell apart
tortured her for years.
Perhaps love is not gentle.
She screamed at him to stop,
wanting to get off this ride.
He was the devil in an ocean’s tide.
Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.
I am at fault.
He said he loved her,
loved her more than his game.
She believed him,
unknowing of his growing flame.
Should I pour the gasoline?
The flame grew into a fire,
his world beginning to shatter.
She left him there in that house,
running from what used to matter
My heart betrayed my mind.
© Juice C., powell, OH
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I made this poem in my free time when reading Nikita Gill poems. I felt so empowered and just knew I had to write this. I hope this poem speaks to someone that needs to hear this.