The Ballroom You Have Burnt(Willow Breeze) as i am drenched by the rain,
blanketed by its cold
protected by the piercing of its bullet drops
i can only reminisce
about the cold, piercing voice
that whispers in my ears
about how it hates me
with a fierce passion.

yet its hands
always seem to find ways
to bury themselves deep within me
and leave 'love' buried
within the holes they dug
into my heart.

did you remember every word
every sentence you said to me
and look back
at the harshest, most piercing of words
as if they were deep, unbridled confessions
of love and lust?
did you hate yourself
want to bury yourself into the darkest,
most unknown corners of this planet
simply for falling in love?

i hate you, i love you, i don't know who you are.

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