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You ******* away
with the games you play,
and I cant seem to see
why you do this to me,

Why?

I don't get in a relationship, fall in love
and expect you to leave,
but you did..

You see i'm content to live in this fallace,
that I hope and pray will come true some day,
so I hold on..

Because letting goo, to me, means
believing I was wrong about you

You..

You were thee one or so it seemed,
happiness for us was no longer just a dream,
no distant resistance as far as I could see,

You wanted me
back then..

What changed and when.?
answer me this please and I swear i'll leave
you alone

"its for thee best"
or so you say
I still haven't seen how they correlate

but in you I trust all though, I know,
it isn't wise..

Please don't ignore my cries
for closure.

*Please don't decieve me.
she whispered secrets by my ear, while I slept and tried to dream
she told me the wonders of the world
and described cities I would never see

through her words – people, things, and feelings showed
any possible nightmares that decided to crop up
would be hushed away under her ghostly touch

and once my body settled into the sheets
the stories would commence
her tales would begin
I’m just a girl who writes, not a writer.
My pen doesn’t leave eloquence and
the ink doesn’t stain with elegance.

The words used, can’t find rhyme
and symbolism becomes buried deep
within my own mind.

My words become a mess,
piled with knotted thoughts
attached to nonsense.

Small bursts of courage from a spark of intuition,
and I find myself struggling for breath
since I seem to be buried down into this hole
with nothing but my own emotions left,

You’ll find my hands raw
trying to climb out of this chaos.

So, this is my savior,
a sense of reprieve
from a world that’s become so cruel
from a world that now stays existentially cold.

— The End —