I am the good in every good-bye.
Hands held.
touched
felt
printed
Grabbed my heart and toggled it back into its hiding spot.
where it dribbled between the truth and heartache
it sits in a cave.
Etched with small moments and diamonds.
and when I try to dust off the ash,
to let the shimmer of the gem come through,
it reminds me of you.
But it is the greatest good you’ll ever know,
a diamond.
To wear it, hold it, feel it, stamp your lips into it.
It is dangerous.
To fall for a diamond too bright for you, but pure enough to let you look.
The greatest good in the hardest good-bye,
how does it feel to lose your riches, and dig in coal mines,
searching for the diamond you left at your doorstep.
-I will always be sorry for what could’ve been, but never sorry for what has happened
-Chloe Aldecoa
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
I am the good in every good-bye.
Hands held.
touched
felt
printed
Grabbed my heart and toggled it back into its hiding spot.
where it dribbled between the truth and heartache
it sits in a cave.
Etched with small moments and diamonds.
and when I try to dust off the ash,
to let the shimmer of the gem come through,
it reminds me of you.
But it is the greatest good you’ll ever know,
a diamond.
To wear it, hold it, feel it, stamp your lips into it.
It is dangerous.
To fall for a diamond too bright for you, but pure enough to let you look.
The greatest good in the hardest good-bye,
how does it feel to lose your riches, and dig in coal mines,
searching for the diamond you left at your doorstep.
-I will always be sorry for what could’ve been, but never sorry for what has happened
-Chloe Aldecoa
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