Poem: A December to remember {being a minimalist}

 

He is a weapon, a killer

A nasty little thriller

With a hunger for existence 

pushed away my resistance

A whirlpool of words

And a language so absurd

My beloved is a sinner

A chapter to consider

Being reckless with my heart 

and knows how to play smart

I love him, I hate him 

and hate to love him

All the magic turning Tragic

Never knew it was this fragile

With this passing cruel December 

gave me a thing to remember

Scars all over my body 

in the name of Hot Coffee.

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