Fireworks

This is not a love poem.

How can it be so?

When birds do not sing pretty,

and I am feeling low?

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My stomach does not swirl or twirl

every time I see your face.

It no longer brightens my day,

my heart no longer wants to race.

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I have no sparkles in my eyes

from fireworks of white.

I am a shell of my usual self,

I now remain out of sight.

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At times I feel amazing

when memories return.

But my dam breaks, the tears sting

nothing can happen, I have learned.

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I turn away, but in my heart

and mind you’re always there.

You torture me, so I deny

any feelings that were bared.

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I cannot help but think back to why

I had even let this happen.

I brought back feelings in my mind

and found the answer then.

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You were the first other to show me kindness,

you offered me some comfort.

But I have to believe you’re not the only one,

or I’ll end up being hurt.