In the end, we are left with nothing,
But echoes of lies.
False “I love yous”
dance in your mind.
Memories tear at your heart.
Constant reminders that you will
Never have what you had again.
This pain overflows your body.
It is engraved in your bones and flows throughout your veins.
It is excruciating, yet necessary
It assures you that you are alive
And if you are capable of tolerating this pain,
You are more than capable and deserving of love.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC
In the end, we are left with nothing,
But echoes of lies.
False “I love yous”
dance in your mind.
Memories tear at your heart.
Constant reminders that you will
Never have what you had again.
This pain overflows your body.
It is engraved in your bones and flows throughout your veins.
It is excruciating, yet necessary
It assures you that you are alive
And if you are capable of tolerating this pain,
You are more than capable and deserving of love.
