Quoth the Raven...
I found solace in those words,
every day for the past year.
PC, you have been my solace,
my notebook,
my home,
and I can't bring myself to hide this
in poetic confusion
and metaphors.
You,
and everything that you are,
are sinking into the void
that holds only trolls
and phrases that barely pass
as poetry.
Your colors are fading,
no matter how fast
a select few of us
try to paint them back.
God, I'm so sorry I couldn't do more.
I poured my heart and soul
into you, and yet
it wasn't enough.
Why couldn't I be enough?
...
I know that's not fair.
I know you hold so many
beautiful people with beautiful minds.
People who spin feelings
into such perfect words,
people who are slightly
(or more so) insane
but all the best people are.
This was originally a goodbye letter.
But honestly,
I couldn't make myself do it.
Sincerely,
A girl who found a home
in your insanity
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
Quoth the Raven...
I found solace in those words,
every day for the past year.
PC, you have been my solace,
my notebook,
my home,
and I can't bring myself to hide this
in poetic confusion
and metaphors.
You,
and everything that you are,
are sinking into the void
that holds only trolls
and phrases that barely pass
as poetry.
Your colors are fading,
no matter how fast
a select few of us
try to paint them back.
God, I'm so sorry I couldn't do more.
I poured my heart and soul
into you, and yet
it wasn't enough.
Why couldn't I be enough?
...
I know that's not fair.
I know you hold so many
beautiful people with beautiful minds.
People who spin feelings
into such perfect words,
people who are slightly
(or more so) insane
but all the best people are.
This was originally a goodbye letter.
But honestly,
I couldn't make myself do it.
Sincerely,
A girl who found a home
in your insanity
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