Untitled (Sonnet No. 5)

Oxytocin rushing through lovely veins.
Oh, how dreadful--She fell for it again!
Fear not, my child, you can dance in the chains;
I see desperation scrawled on your skin.
There's more than misfortune in those eyes,
Doubt thou the strength in someone so shattered?
What cruel fate, breaking as he, too, says goodbye;
There's no more-- It all fell away, scattered.

Stumble, crawl-- Scream at the sky, you poor thing.
Paint of his pretty lies and vibrant smile,
Shudder and feel the familiar sting;
Bite of the blade-- Fade in a way so vile.
You chose to put faith in the romantic,
Did you not want life to be so tragic?

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