Your heart is light and full of purpose
Trembling with hope and life
Believing a beautiful lie
Lenses of optimism obscuring signs
Seeing meaning in a look or glance
Thrilled by a phantom
This ghost haunts your memories
Once reality slams it's heavy gavel
The past rewritten
Truth sets free the specter
Unshackles the memories from their hopeful cage
But like Bitter medicine they linger
Hearts beating at different paces.
One flame growing brighter the other flickered and died
The dissonance of desire
Looks deemed precious
Shatter like glass
Beneath the weight of retrospection
Optimism unveiled as wishful thinking
Signs once ignored spring with life
Blossoming to painful thistles of shame.
Who were you talking with?
Them? Or a fiction created by your own mind
Grieving a ghost that never existed
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 12:35 AM UTC
Your heart is light and full of purpose
Trembling with hope and life
Believing a beautiful lie
Lenses of optimism obscuring signs
Seeing meaning in a look or glance
Thrilled by a phantom
This ghost haunts your memories
Once reality slams it's heavy gavel
The past rewritten
Truth sets free the specter
Unshackles the memories from their hopeful cage
But like Bitter medicine they linger
Hearts beating at different paces.
One flame growing brighter the other flickered and died
The dissonance of desire
Looks deemed precious
Shatter like glass
Beneath the weight of retrospection
Optimism unveiled as wishful thinking
Signs once ignored spring with life
Blossoming to painful thistles of shame.
Who were you talking with?
Them? Or a fiction created by your own mind
Grieving a ghost that never existed
Me processing my first breakup from the perspective is of me talking to myself. where I caught feelings and optimistically held on to the hope she had too, but she ended it. Revealing the disparity between my experiences and assumptions versus her reality
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