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I don't believe in closure I can't tell if it's the honey soaked rose that I have for a heart and I can't tell if I'm in more pain because of it I didn't stop loving you I can't slam the door shut Not when you've made a home in the empty space of my mind I don't mind the occasional visit I stop in, look around to make sure you're still there And, oh, you're still there you're there in the late night drives holding hands you linger in the smell of cigarette smoke and the taste of menthol you crawl in the empty space in my bed at night and you sometimes even lay your head on my heart, pressing down into my chest But that's all it is An occasional visit in your apartment in my mind We never exchange words or ideas or kisses I didn't stop loving you But my love changed My love for you was once deafening So loud it pounds on your eardrums and rattles your ribcage When you left it just made my hearing foggy and distant You understand that I had to turn it down, don't you? My love for you was once consuming The kind that rolls over you like a wave and leaves you breathless When you left I drowned in its gluttony You understand that I had to starve it, don't you? My love for you was once white hot Heat waves radiated out of my chest and my toes were never cold When you left it ignited and I was engulfed in flames Reaching out of the inferno, my seared fingertips replaced your love with a flickering candle You understand that, don't you? I didn't stop loving you My love transformed I transformed to survive my love Because amidst my grief I yelled over the music I clawed out of the riptide I dragged myself out of the burning building the burning home I don't believe in closure because I didn't stop loving you and my love didn't evolve I did.
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC
probably not the last poem I'll write about you
I don't believe in closure I can't tell if it's the honey soaked rose that I have for a heart and I can't tell if I'm in more pain because of it I didn't stop loving you I can't slam the door shut Not when you've made a home in the empty space of my mind I don't mind the occasional visit I stop in, look around to make sure you're still there And, oh, you're still there you're there in the late night drives holding hands you linger in the smell of cigarette smoke and the taste of menthol you crawl in the empty space in my bed at night and you sometimes even lay your head on my heart, pressing down into my chest But that's all it is An occasional visit in your apartment in my mind We never exchange words or ideas or kisses I didn't stop loving you But my love changed My love for you was once deafening So loud it pounds on your eardrums and rattles your ribcage When you left it just made my hearing foggy and distant You understand that I had to turn it down, don't you? My love for you was once consuming The kind that rolls over you like a wave and leaves you breathless When you left I drowned in its gluttony You understand that I had to starve it, don't you? My love for you was once white hot Heat waves radiated out of my chest and my toes were never cold When you left it ignited and I was engulfed in flames Reaching out of the inferno, my seared fingertips replaced your love with a flickering candle You understand that, don't you? I didn't stop loving you My love transformed I transformed to survive my love Because amidst my grief I yelled over the music I clawed out of the riptide I dragged myself out of the burning building the burning home I don't believe in closure because I didn't stop loving you and my love didn't evolve I did.
#love#heartbreak#closure#pain#breakup
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pacattealy
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC
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