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A sharp dagger stabbed in my heart,
ripping in two, ripping apart.

It took very few words, but the words cut too deep,
stealing emotions, making more weak.

A two sided mirror true in reflection,
a double edge knife, cutting connection.

A place in heart was forever reserved,
for the one that loved but won't deserve.

He twisted the dagger and tore it apart,
he stole what was left, he stole a broken heart...!
#dark #dagger #stole #lonely #self-cries #hope..!!
We silently communicate
in the middle of chaos
Understanding one another
With true love between our souls
As we embrace each other in the solitude
There was a knock in the door
at about six AM

He wouldn't have opened if
he didn't check
through the peephole. It was
his aunt. Why would
she visit at a time
like this?

When he opened the door
she slapped him
across the face. "You *******
monster! You had the money, you
*******! You had the money all along!
You could pay for your mother's operation
and you didn't. You watched
her die in horrible
pains! How can you live with yourself?"

Ah yes, he knew what she
was talking about. But there
was no point explaining. He
closed the door in her face

went back to bed

"Who was it?" his girlfriend asked. "Another
one of your crazy exes?"

"No. It was my aunt who doesn't
have what I call internet education."

"What?"

"Internet education, dear. Rule number
one: not everything you see
on social media is true. Just because
I pose at the wheel of a brand new
Lamborghini doesn't mean I own
the **** car and am therefore
rich as ****, you know?"

"What kind of idiot would think that?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised..."
The recent discovery
that everything
in my head
is *******
is freeing

Belief structures
Erected in mental space
By convincers
I have been persuaded
to believe
lies

About pretty much
Everything
you are even
a construct lying
again
in time

Do you imagine
I'm picturing you
scanning these lines
finding want
reach in
read write me
Sadder than any words
My thought
Comes softly down
Ending again at you.
Inspired by Robert Frost’s "A Late Walk"
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