still pass like chilly mists
over my lips
you rise from the gruesome remains
of the heart you shredded
covered in blood
but as pretty
as ever
and though it was hard for me
to accept
i have
and it kills me all over again
to admit it
but
i do
it was never that i
couldn't
forget
you
it is that i
don't want to
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