no love here

Bear with me as I reintroduce myself to poetry. This one is pretty literal, but what can I say? I’m a lyricist. Kill me.

The one, my future, realistic and real.

Then: a twisted gut, churned thoughts, being half alive and two years.
There’s no love here.

A dream, my firework, a love fantasy in peach.

Then: my spirit bounces to a beat, but the tune is off key.
I loved you, dear.

A darling in the sunlight, a sweet voice and eyes.

I would invite you in,
But there’s no love here.

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