sonnet 1

what eats away at me at all times is
the knowledge that you could do much better
me, a common stone, you a precious gem
from the dark, pure depths of the planet earth

i’m unworthy, though you reject this thought 
through my endless stream of apologies 
you have stuck by me, a guardian form
my philosopher, my friend, my lover

please do not leave me by myself to rot
i can’t bear the thought of being alone
i love you darkly, quietly, softly
but with a fierce passion that shakes the world.
i write poems when i feel
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