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  Mar 23 Heather
Eshwara Prasad
Life's magic gone now.
Small stage, characters crowd,
weary viewers watch,
Tricks repeat, no spark.
Life has lost it's spell.
Heather Mar 23
The urgency to call you has faded most days
Sun rises and sets and I tell no one about what happens in between
And it’s freeing, but also it’s isolating
It is a reminder that all I ever had was the conversations I have in the dark
3 months of no contact
Heather Mar 20
I think I’ve loved you in a 1000 spaces
I curse my consciousness for being in this one
Heather Mar 13
For all the sadness in my bones
Nothing can negate the peace I have laying
In the grass watching the sunset
Heather Mar 11
We sip congratulatory Miller lites
In the bar with the 50 cent pizza
The poor mans gala I thought to myself and chuckled

But Heather she whispered
And drew me close, her lips against the folds of my ear
“I still think of her”

“When” I say
“Everytime we make a major relationship decision”

She wants to know is it wrong
I say no
But what I mean is “you’re not alone”
Heather Mar 11
I want to suffocate your memory.
I want to burn your image.
I want to record over the soundtrack of your voice with a thousand new songs
Each day I wake up I dig your grave deeper.
It’s become so deep that the dirt has begun to fall on me
If only I could drag you down with me.
From first heartbreak to most serious. Fascinating how it’s become angrier in the rewrite. I’m stronger, yet still me.
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