I'm so full of words, I'm drowning.
Dying to say to you
everything I'm feeling
since our love turned blue.
I fear I'm bitter, losing touch.
Itching every scratch
trying to rewrite the past.
I'm just watching days float by
longing to rewind.
Or not. Who knows?
Maybe it's just about control.
It's hard to even know what I want anymore.
Closure? Sure, but what a fallacy!
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