She's more than moved on
She's buried my name in a dark place along with the others
I feel it well in my chest
The same pain I told her to let go of
The fractured self is such a curious example of naivety
My soul presses into the memory
My heart sheds tears that only she has seen
And my mind doubts the perfect things I told myself
The air struggles to find the bottom of my lungs
Vision blurry while I look at my reflection
So softly I whisper the truth that used to hold me at night
So tentatively I allow my steps to guide the walk I hold in such high regard
My words now are not that of wisdom and somber reflection
But of a cry into the night
And a denial of tomorrow's light
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 3:17 AM UTC
She's more than moved on
She's buried my name in a dark place along with the others
I feel it well in my chest
The same pain I told her to let go of
The fractured self is such a curious example of naivety
My soul presses into the memory
My heart sheds tears that only she has seen
And my mind doubts the perfect things I told myself
The air struggles to find the bottom of my lungs
Vision blurry while I look at my reflection
So softly I whisper the truth that used to hold me at night
So tentatively I allow my steps to guide the walk I hold in such high regard
My words now are not that of wisdom and somber reflection
But of a cry into the night
And a denial of tomorrow's light
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