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Wanderlust
Poems
2d
How do you do it?
How do you forget
what it means to feel
so you could hurt me
so deeply I'll never
fully heal?
Even now I don't think
I understand how
you could be so
detached from what you
stood for
You'd forgotten all
that you once promised
twisted and turned the memories
and my words until you
could blame it all on me
Every sin, every crime
placed on my head
even though it was never
my duty to bear
this is not my punishment to reap
And yet the weight
of your touch and
the pain you caused
weighs so heavy on me
I very well might drown
I think there might be
something out there that might
balance the scales so the world
can find something resembling
the peace we were promised
But so much of what I was told
would happen never did
and now I don't know
what to believe
when it comes to a promise
How do I know it's
true and won't just be
forgotten again?
How do I know
you won't hurt me?
Your face haunts me
though you never even died
your shadow still clings
like a desperate ghost
that refuses to move on
There's a peace somewhere
far from here waiting
for the both of us
in separate places
but you won't let go
You cling desperately
to the rotting corpse
of what once was
a love that you considered
to be real
The light touch of one
who used to care
might have fostered it
and made it to flourish
as beautiful as any flower
Nothing at all
would have let it
fade away peacefully
unnamed and unknown
but less painful
But what you did
***** the remains of
what was something pure
and left its body to the flies
and the rot that awaits
That is something I
don't know how to forgive
maybe my sin is
simply that I can't
remind myself to forgive
You broke a promise
but not a simple one
you promised me something deep
and you laughed
because you knew it was a lie
You strung my love along
like it was a puppet
in your hands
a toy to enjoy
and entertain
But never something
real enough to treasure
I held no value to you
nothing more than
the wind in the morning
Like the scent of
a candle in a closed room
a warm bread too far
to properly reach it was
sweetness with no substance
None of it was real to you
none of it mattered
but like any other
magician you made me
believe for even just a moment
Maybe it was real
maybe it was all a lie
but there's no forgetting
the scars you left
on what was once me
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