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Isabella d'est



Its funny how you destroy me little by little on the inside,
and come to conclusions of how i am and always have been, incomplete.
teach me how you can devastate and shatter my heart so easily,
and i shall continue to immortalize you in my poetry.
teach me how you rip my heart to shreds only so that i am caught off guard,
and i will continue to paint you with the leftover colours on my palette.
tell me how it was so easy for you to move on,
and i swear the poetry i write for you will be eternal and will burn with desire.
but most of all, remind me of the person i was before you came in,
teach me how to be whole again,
teach me how to love and teach me to find my own happiness.
teach me of what it really means to be free so my clipped wings can taste the joy of flight
teach me how to forget and to trust again for otherwise love will always be a mysterious giftunkown to me.

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