I don't write poetry anymore
for I am no longer weighed down by the conflicting emotions of our clandestine affair
by tears that wouldn't fall, couldn't fall
because all those words are gone
now only old and tattered pages hold the testament of years of repression
as I continued to deny and suppress any and everything we ever had
words I could never share with you
you see, I can't write poems of love or heartache anymore
of the pain of forbidden love
the smell of your skin
the taste of your lips
that longing that forever lingers in my soul
because the truth is
you were my poems
I no longer feel the urge to write
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