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Poem: The Perfect Curse

Penning the words
of a perfect curse
Forgetting, or
a broken heart
Tell me what
hurts the worst
This is the art
of how I fall apart
and why my feelings
won’t just work

I’m dying to
feel alive
Finding the light, but
only at night

I long to feel
the tug of a smile
a feeling I haven’t felt
in the last 24 miles

But this is the sadness
that fuels the habit
to put pen to paper
and drive the madness

Thanks for reading, and I hope you liked it! I’m going to go make some coffee now. Hope everyone enjoys their Saturday 🙂

-Jordan Antonacci
Twitter: @misterhushhush

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