the only way to stop it is to stop it
stop believing there will ever be a time
when the pieces of the puzzle come back together
in a way that will
resemble a picture looked like
back then even if deep down in my bones
I still feel the same ache
not love nor lust
but real desire of fire that's smolders inside me
only not hot enough to rekindle
filling my head up
with smoke and ash
so I can barely think
the only way to stop it is to stop it
to stamp it out only
I don't want to lose
something else
some aspect that I will truly miss
once it is gone
why do we humans torture ourselves like this
carrying torches for people like her
not reciprocated though at times
I ache for the thing she is
not as cold-hearted as she pretends to be
that a spark still
smolders in her too
even though I know she is far better
at keeping it contained
the only way to stop this is to stop it
if I can stop it
if
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