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130 · Sep 2021
Untitled
Cindy Long Sep 2021
Like an angel with broken and battered wings,
You said you were the answer to my prayers.
All I had to do was remain on my knees,
And you would watch over me.
But like the seasons change from summer to autumn your heavenly glow dimmed and wilted,
Your scripture dried up like dead leaves,
Your harp played a blasphemous tune,
And I watched the devil bloom in you.
Your eyes are like oil in the ocean, your voice now dark and deep.
Yet still I prayed and still I stayed eventhough this isn't the eden you promised me, like a child full of hope, I believed.
That you were the closest thing to heaven ill ever be.
Isnt it just like the devil to be everything you desire all the while setting you up for the fire?
111 · Sep 2021
Perhaps
Cindy Long Sep 2021
Perhaps I loved you too quickly,
Too fiercely.
Perhaps you wasn't ready,
Not really.
Perhaps I expected your walls to fall easily,
Flawlessly.
Perhaps I ain't who you had hoped I would be,
Uncertainty.
Perhaps I was too good to be true.
Perhaps you were too.
Perhaps this was supposed to play out differently,
Not be quite so messy.
Perhaps even though I did all the right things,
You still didn't trust me.
Perhaps I thought our love would overcome all the negativity,
That our relationship would flourish effortlessly.
Perhaps it is you.
Perhaps it is me.
Perhaps we are a little too broken,
Permanently.
Perhaps it just seems we are worlds apart as of lately.
Perhaps we cannot fix what isn't there,
Blatantly.
Perhaps I just need you to act like you care,
Even if it isn't real,
Just so I don't have to feel,
This way,
Lonely.
110 · May 2020
Ocean eyes
Cindy Long May 2020
I'm drowning.
Not the kind of drowning where everything slows down and you forget what you're afraid of. Not the kind of drowning where you blink in awe of your hand in the sun under the water and everything slowly gets dark.
The kind where you kick and flail and the water burns when you try to breathe in.
The kind where your heart beats so hard even your vision pulses and you beg for someone to please do something anything.
******* drowning.
Not the kind of drowning where you accept your fate and death welcomes you with a silent yet demanding smile but the kind where you are completely overwhelmed before you can even process that you're in over your head.

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