"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing."
-Anais Nin.
Everytime I’m with you
I often feel so blue
How could you be so numb
Everytime problems come
I gave you my heart and soul
But you saw it in a way that is shoal
Everytime you say “I’ll take care of you”
I find it unsound rather than doux
Everytime I think of forgiving
I always feel I’m the one who’s suffering
This time, I already know what to do
I hope you understand why I’m leaving you
hey nice poem..keep writing 
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