My heart no longer beats At a pace unknown to man When I hear his name
Your scent engulfs me- The smell of man and spice And I'm blinded by Memories of our flesh bathed in soothing light...
We made love in the dark  To hide all the things that we lack  Our wings were torn from our skins  As our garments came apart at the seams 
But you going down on your knees Yet another problematic boyfriend.
"The sound of a broken heart Is a victorious drumbeat to you"
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Dear "the boy next door", In writing this I hope to expunge myself of these feelings that have been causing so much heartache for me.