Talking to you ignites thoughts inside
a battle zone where love goes to die
a desolate land where happiness cant thrive
a world of hurt where only the meanest survives
This war zone of the soul, a black hole
no escape from its hold
its grip, holds firm, crushes whole
thinking of you leaves me cold
You put me down too many times
a way to make you feel bigger
this was but one of your crimes
you make me hate myself and all I can deliver
So now you're blocked from view, can't hear from you
leaves me so much clearer
as I move onwards to better, bigger, a breakthrough
this life has become much dearer
thanks for reading
Kyle
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