I am too weak and
you are too tempting, please
leave like a stormcloud.
Storm tossed reeds bounce back,
"you are strong, independent,
she needs me," he pleads.
My needs ploughed under
dark soil so yours can grow, forced
to my fallow time.
No coffin for this
love killed by your thoughtlessness;
touched to fiery sparks, puddled
blisters left to heal.
My essence pools,
slows to mirrored ice, blue sheened
to reflect you back.
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