A Quick Poem: Untitled

Posted on March 25, 2013


smoldering, this feeling of nothingness
wanting it to be so
knowing that she now means nothing
but knowing you were hers kills me
washes over me and burns as despair
i know in the beginning and now the end you are mine
but there was a blink where the rocks were shaky
i know it is foolish, the discomfort still lingering
but the wound still tenderly reminds
there once was a time that you did not care
now with you shaken, it is me you will see
but the pain of deception stays in me

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