Truth is..
I miss who we used to be
From the way we used to talk
To the way you challenged me

Truth is..
I still miss you
I try to tell myself I'm over you
But we know that's not true...

My 24th year
Sad and solemn

My lighthouse went dim just shy of its start
And my anchor simply dropped away

And here I spend it’s  last days
Stranded on open water

The sharks of future circling  

As the winds toss and turn me
Land becomes farther and closer and farther still

Im not sure when the storm will calm
Or the ache in my belly will cease

But I cling to my faith
That my light
she will lead from her dwelling place
And my ship
Well...

I am exhausted
with your
silences

The chattering muons
rain upon my
magnetosphere

this crushing
undetectable
force

of everything
failing
to fill




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