June 13th, 2023 Hopefully prophetic
Do not assume these words of hurt Are directed at you I have bared to you my heart and s… Yet our words remained withheld Do not assume these words of pain
Adrift in the abyss Dappled with distant lights Imagination connects the dots To make sense of this predicament I was anchored on the satellite
When we met You found me At my worst When we loved Time stood still
My self deprecation Are humbling jokes As to starve my ego Not a reflection of self hatred My sense of self
One day I hope your love Will reunite with mine Or so I tell myself because It won’t
My vision clouds with these tears Tears made from our memories Maybe one day the they will stop Or I won’t feel them anymore
As I step forward I look back for one last time I wish you all the best
It’s easy to tell someone, “Just move on”, When you weren’t the one In their shoes. It’s easy to tell someone,
To Love is to abandon All rational and logic To act out of character And find depth within yourself To love is to put your wants
I cut this final cord. So why do I still feel bound? Oh, another cord.
It would be easier If I could hate you If you had so utterly decimated me That I couldn’t stand again It would be easier
As the waves crash along the shore Which seems so far away, I ask myself; Why do I swim? Pushed from a ship
This bed is too big I have too much space These blankets are too much Engulfing me, but I still shiver I have too much food
Do not mistake my silence, For absence. I will always be there for you. Always. But I must be here for myself,
This hope A cold burning A flame made of shadow Fueled by need and fueled by desir… Goes out