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I gasp for air from all the lies
You force down my throat
And burn my lungs
The bitterness, the bile of betrayal,
The taste it burns my tongue
You spoke of sweet promises, you never would fulfill
You left me with wounds that may never heal.
I wish I had seen who you are in disguise,
before I let you leave me shattered with all of your lies.
You never tried to understand
That's why you let go of my hand
I miss the presence of your rose petals
But I prefer the absence of your thorns
I miss the presence of your golden soothing voice
But prefer the lack of wounds your silver tongue had torn
I am in stoic bliss with your ghost no longer here
I have severed my ties so I have nothing left to fear
You force down my throat
And burn my lungs
The bitterness, the bile of betrayal,
The taste it burns my tongue
You spoke of sweet promises, you never would fulfill
You left me with wounds that may never heal.
I wish I had seen who you are in disguise,
before I let you leave me shattered with all of your lies.
You never tried to understand
That's why you let go of my hand
I miss the presence of your rose petals
But I prefer the absence of your thorns
I miss the presence of your golden soothing voice
But prefer the lack of wounds your silver tongue had torn
I am in stoic bliss with your ghost no longer here
I have severed my ties so I have nothing left to fear
Literature
Two Sides to Every Story
Can't believe you're not here. | Can't you see I'm still here?
I thought you were my fear. | Being silent is my fear.
Now I just want you back. | I'll always have your back.
I have to keep this on track. | I will keep it on track.
I'm sorry that I hurt you. | I'm sorry that I hurt you.
I'm not sure what to do. | I wonder what you'll do.
A slight buzz is what I feel. | My thoughts you barely feel.
I wonder if you're real. | I promise that I'm real.
I'll never forget the pain. | I'm sorry for all the pain.
You drove me so insane. | You're not really insane.
What if
Literature
Isolation
I want to go home.
Back to my sanctuary inside my head.
No one can see me there.
I don’t have to deal with stress there.
It’s pure magic.
I feel so alone and exposed out in the “real world”.
I’ve tried to be someone I can like,
But one can only fight the darkness and shadows for so long.
I feel so powerless and helpless.
I should be able to control my life, my emotions, my reality.
Instead, I am stuck here.
Out in the “real world”.
Alone.
The wonder of blue hair only lasts so long.
Is there really anything worthwhile?
Anything to believe in?
If I withdraw from the world,
And hide from everyone…
Literature
The Family Has Been Informed
Bullets that are too far away to hear back home
But words that will forever ring just as loud in my ears
Delivered from the lips of a uniformed man
The sympathetic sentence any mother fears to hear
I turn away as if ignoring his presence
Will make this unwanted reality go away
But he repeats that he is sorry for my loss
Those words are the last thing I remember of that day
I find myself looking out of the back yard window
On the swings in the garden I still see my boy play
I am bringing drinks out to him and his brothers
Under the sun, on the grass, on endless summer days
Those memories like photographs in frames on the wall
Now show my so
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This is beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Your words pierce my heart.