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Her Apocalypse
Tips of his fingers heated the apples of her cheeks
Lingering gently on tiny face mountains
Leaving a trail of magma
Heaven, drawn with the spit of hell
Whispers, spoken with the voice of Sirens
This is what made me fall in love with you in the first place
Her world rebuilt with sticks and hay
Sticks and hay developed through
I don’t know if I love you
With fingernails he dug through
The heart of god
And he reached further into
Her apocalypse
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This piece was about when me and my boyfriend previously dated in a case of right person, wrong time. In this event he was about to break up with me, but I tried to talk it through with him. During this, he tried to convince himself he could still be with me, thus he was trying to reassure me pretending to still be in love with me. The biggest wall he built was the phrase he repeated "I don't know if I love you".