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The way you left me makes me wonder,
Do trees feel how their leaves get walked over
After the wind scatters the dry ones away,
Into the end of a hot, Summer day?
Do fish grieve the mouthful,
That the dogs took from the lake?
Do killers know or understand,
That with each murder - they kill themselves?
Would the monsters still search for prey,
If they know why we hide?
Is darkness really dangerous,
Or does light simply know how to lie?
If I wasn't where I am or who l am,
If I was a planet and not a land,
Would you have chosen me instead?
If I was a hand and not a fist,
If I wasn't made of broken dreams,
Or didn't cry myself to sleep,
Would you still not have chosen me?
If I was dead, would you not grieve,
Or why do you act like you won't?
If I left before you did,
Would I not have won?
Would it not hurt any less,
Or be sweeter to forget?
Sharks don't know that not everything that bleeds
Is a meal designed to eat.
People like you don't know
Who to hurt and who to keep...
You don't hurt what you want to keep.
There’s something truly magical about your writing. Every scene and detail is crafted so beautifully that the reader feels like a part of the story. The emotions come across as raw, genuine, and deeply touching.