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Ever Again

No one believes me when I say

I might have fallen in love before

It was addictingly sweet and bitter

It left me clueless and sore.

But then again it might have just been a fling

Fleeting and brief

But I always have a hard time moving on

Even when I was in grief.

Still, a lesson he was

And he was something I didn’t want ever again.

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Grief

I tell you hopeless grief is passionless,
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air
Beat upward to God’s throne in loud access
Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness

In souls, as countries, lieth silent-bare
Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare
Of the absolute heavens. Deep-hearted man, express
Grief for thy dead in silence like to death— Most like a monumental statue set
In everlasting watch and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet;
If it could weep, it could arise and go.

– Elizabeth Barrett Browning