The Touch

Poetry

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I thought you loved with a fierceness

that knocked me over with its intensity,

but I was just fooling myself again —

the train speeding towards its wreck.

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I thought you cared with a surge

that sparked and lit me up all over,

but I was just telling myself stories —

a boat right before it starts to sink.

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I thought you were the first and the last,

the one who would be beginning and end,

but I was just wishing on broken stars —

the bomb before it ignites a world of fury.

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You thought you were the touch, the perfection,

that would heal all my ills and treat my scars,

but you were just inflating that ego of yours —

the savior who can’t even save himself one bit.

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We thought we knew it all, had all the answers,

wouldn’t repeat the mistakes our parents made —

but here we are down this road we’ve seen before

and it hurts to know we couldn’t get it right

because we weren’t the perfect fit after all.

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