You are my sweetest downfall
Wash these words in the morning light
To pound this styrofoam insect sight
These obligations pull the noose so tight
Dissolve all these rescues to abandon one
Blue lips for the last time we are
You are my sweetest downfall
These pitiful blooms begging to be fed
They toss and cry in their lonely bed
Nipping till their eyes are red
Refused your love to compensate
To have both feet on the ground
You are my sweetest downfall
Soder these words on your tired heart
Two weeks and then we'll be apart
So much for your refreshing start
Frozen lips and tingly hands
Scrape your love from the floor to forget the light
You are my sweetest downfall
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There's real feeling there in this poem and some others of yours. And some gritty, often moving, original language: scrape your love from the floor, wash these words with the morning light. Now, those are powerful arrangements of some well-chosen words. Keep writing.