I cried for you at different times
For different reasons.
Losing you was not what
I thought it would be.

Pain, numbed.
Exists only in flashes
That remind me where I stand;
A certain clarity.

Memories fade in the collectives haze,
And life continues.
What could have been,

Those promises -
Lies you told to hold me close.
Exist only in the space
Where self perpetuated wounds still bite.

Every book has a final page,
Where goodbyes are made,
and closing words displayed
And though every Story needs it, it's so hard to read it
Because no one wants the journey to end
And you have a choice to make:
Either leave the end unread and pretend that means it doesn't exist
Or accept the fact that it's the last act, that endings happen and that's that.

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Remember that if the ending is enough to be sad about then the story had plenty to be glad about
You should be happy it happened and remember it fondly,
And those feelings you felt so strongly won't wrongly be replaced by misplaced sorrow that yesterday happened and now we must deal with tomorrow
Because it isn't as bad as it seems
Because it holds all of your hopes and your dreams
All of your tomorrows are bursting at the seams, with opportunities and fondly remembered yesterdays just waiting for you to finish today
So please, don't be afraid of endings and tomorrows

I'd like to remind you besides,
That If you finished more stories you would often find
That they might read, "To be continued, at another time"

It pains me
to look into the rain washed
windows of your soul
and realize I’ll never find shelter
in them.

Instead I’m forced to watch
as you with someone,
share the sun
on my darkest days.
Pouring blackness into
my white world
leaving me with nothing
but grey.

And when the sun sets,
and your eyes follow the horizon
until it bends,
I hope you realize why
we can never be,
"Just friends"

A man sits alone
in the place he calls home
and he sits in his chair and he weeps
 
A tear in his seams
Has wounded his dreams
And upon him, slowly, death creeps
 
He’s not broken yet
But he can’t forget
How he pushed all of his loved ones away
 
And now he can tell
That in this living hell
That he’d wishes he’d just let them stay
 
Now see the blood drip
From his fingertips
As it pools at his feet on the floor.
 
He’s fought for so long
His defenses are gone
And he can’t fight alone anymore
 
And the pieces he’s lost
What his choices have cost
Have torn his conscious to shreds
 
His own mind betrayed
Wants not to be saved
So alone, there he sits, until dead.

Loneliness hits in waves

Crashing upon the heart like a bullet when you least expect it

The impact soon spreads to the brain

Riddled with self-doubt, you think if you are worth it

“What are you doing wrong?”

You could be sitting alone at night

You could be talking with a friend

But the gun always seems to fire, and the impact always seems to occur

Everlasting hurt your soul is subject to bear

Sometimes further isolation can happen

And sometimes you can surround yourself with friends

But regardless of the balm applied to this perpetual wound the pain can be felt

Loneliness hits in waves

Once the water was dancing
amongst the lively city
In its street, it was sliding
Showing it was still free

But the day the bomb came
Water and city got their maim

And now water's bound to his brother
Flowing in its burgundy veil
Blood and water now slither
To escape the body trail

Water's no more free and so the people are
And there's gone the beauty by the city's scar

Once people used to eat themselves
and we called it "cannibalism"
But perhaps, someday we'll say
"Once people used to **** and we called it "war""

The Cathedral stands
at the heart of the city,
so pure and beloved,
so strong and enduring.

Year after year,
through thick and through thin,
Through revolution and war
Our Lady stays strong.

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Just one spark
Inconsequential and small.
Surely it couldn’t
bring her down to her knees.

Pride of the city,
the city of love,
it’ll take more
than just one spark.

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But sparks turn to embers,
and embers to flames,
and before we know it,
all is engulfed.

The problem we have
is that things made of wood
may seem so strong
but they always can burn.

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We try to save her,
She means too much to us all.
Something so beautiful
can’t just burn down.

But the flames grow higher
and the spire collapses.
Can she be saved?