I yearn for the day when I will not think of you, smile, and ache.
This aching creeps up out of nothing, unprovoked and unwarranted.
I smile, I am released; happy for a moment,
before your dormant essence stirs about to muddy my clear well of joy.
I am clouded by you.
Clout.
You are already gone
You were never really here
I felt you
You came and went, inconsistently with no rhyme or reason
Because you didn't deeply care for me, as you must for her
She has absorbed your capacity to love another
I thought with time, my flames would catch and spread to you, ensnaring us both.
Only I burned.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
I yearn for the day when I will not think of you, smile, and ache.
This aching creeps up out of nothing, unprovoked and unwarranted.
I smile, I am released; happy for a moment,
before your dormant essence stirs about to muddy my clear well of joy.
I am clouded by you.
Clout.
You are already gone
You were never really here
I felt you
You came and went, inconsistently with no rhyme or reason
Because you didn't deeply care for me, as you must for her
She has absorbed your capacity to love another
I thought with time, my flames would catch and spread to you, ensnaring us both.
Only I burned.
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