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Jul 2019
It's funny.
How I sit here in this chamber of frost.
Complete frigidness.
Nothing.
Nothing left.

It's funny.
How my grieving mind
Is struggling over all of our happy memories.
How foolish I was.

It's funny.
How the one person I ever truly loved
slaughtered the mended piece of me.
Not once.
But again.
Because watching me inhale the suffocating.
raging.
destructing waters
that is heartbreak is so amusing.

It's funny.
How "I could never hate you"
I once said with confidence,
I now say the opposite.
Who knew that was even possible.

It's funny.
How for a moment
What the oblivious call life
Dissolves into nothingness as I remember.
What once was.
And what will never be.

It's funny.
How the tears creep around the edge of my lower eyelid.
Threatening to burst out.
Letting out all of my secrets and emotions with a weak roar.

It's funny.
How this is where I end up again.
The eternal love you once saw.
Pulverized.
Into less than powder.

It's funny.
How I wonder how the sun even dares to rise again.
Appalled at the rest of the world moving on without me.
Watching how I was once a part of them.
But happiness leaves behind the ones
That are incapable of feeling it anymore.

It's funny.
Because he said he would never be able to get over you,
Because he said he would love you forever.
Because he said you would be the one to move on first.

It's funny.
Because 3 weeks later.
He has a replacement.
A new memory generator.

It's funny.
How I lay restless at night.
While he laughs with someone else.
Probably someone who isn't as ****** up as I am.
Someone who is worthy of being loved by someone as.
Someone as cruel. Someone as wicked as he is.

It's funny.
How it isn't.
Em
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Em  you tell me.
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