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Poem #5
She feeds the lighter parts of me.
The parts that crave the sun.
I lift my head to feel her rays,
To soak in her blazing calm.
She almost feels a part of me,
Or at least a thing I need.
She helps me feel a fraction healed,
Through her light, she sees just me.
I hate myself for the pain I miss,
And the darkness that it brings.
My former love, she saw me too,
But she focused on my pain.
She wrapped me up in shadows,
And told me I belonged,
In the darkness that she brought me,
Even when it felt so wrong.
The light should win this battle,
For she’s the only way I see,
But darkness has a way to her,
Of completely blinding me.