Sweet Pea

Smaller than a sweetpea 

but you already rule 

my every thought 

my every mood 

my every move 

even my dreams are filled with you

or rather

the loss of you. 

Every night a nightmare of 

dark blood on clean fabric. 

Every morning a prayer: 

Please 

let this one have 

a happy ending. 

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