Separated but together forever.

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Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)
 

From the first time you looked my way on the train. I knew you were the one. Those sparkling twinkling cheeky eyes.

The sunrise in your smile.

The whisper of someone deep you could talk to until the moon cries, when it has to depart.

Although lonely again, walking through life's strange ever changing bullpen, maybe we'll talk soon.

Maybe not but either way. If one day you read this, just know, every single part of you.

I will always treasure and miss.

Xxx.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Self-Destruction.

 

A poem about loving someone so deeply that it becomes a form of controlled self-destruction—a love that felt revolutionary, catastrophic, and impossible to abandon.

The Molotov cocktail is simply a metaphor for loving someone who is both intensely powerful and dangerously destabilizing.

Has this happened to you?

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Self-Destruction.

(A lone voice whispers

Loving you was like clutching a Molotov cocktail whilst walking in a raging thunderstorm trying to keep it lit.

As life slowly ticked up to 8 and beyond on the spiritual Richter scale.

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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