I used to call her sugar.
baby.
sweet potato.
sweet petunia.
I was smitten and full
of terms of endearment.
I was going down with the ship.
my own personal titanic.
we didn't hit an iceberg
she was the iceberg,
but I only saw the tip of her.
the cold
jagged tip of who she really
was, the rest was
under water, deadly and cold,
taking this fool and
the ship down with her.
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