Don't Leave Me - A Poem
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Don't Leave Me - A Poem

What are your words if they are only said in vain?

Don't Leave Me - A Poem

You are the light to my darkness.

Constant and persistent, but only when you will it to be.

Because you are only the light to my darkness,

When it's easy for you.

When actual darkness and difficulties occur,

You don't look back at the girl you fell in love with.

Instead, you run away, from the beast she turns into.

Because you know you can't tame her.

Then why do I still yearn for you?

For your emotional reassurances, comforting hugs, your warm eyes?

Why do I still want you to be with me when you run away during our tough times?

Why am I the only one begging for you, when you can drop me in an instant?

Why do I care so much?

Don't leave me, my heart whispers along with its vessels that hold it steady.

Don't leave me, don't find someone new.

Don't leave me, I don't have the will to go this time.

Don't leave me, I've been broken too much to break my own heart again.

Don't leave me a third time.

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