October 3, 2013 at 1:22am
So maybe I still miss you,
but apathy is the way I want to feel towards you;
*I want the ache in my chest to diminish,
to be completely extinguished in a quick fleeting moment.*
But it’s more like erosion,
only washing away the most miniscule amount at a time.
Decreasing the pain in the tiniest of amounts,
taking decades and centuries of
wind,
light,
and rain
to morph it into what I desire it to be,
without any distinguished timeline.
Just natural causes that move uncontrollably along,
constantly irritating,
festering,
and ripping
the scab of the wound in awkward moments of solitude.
I’m a slave to the tormenting low burning throb.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
October 3, 2013 at 1:22am
So maybe I still miss you,
but apathy is the way I want to feel towards you;
*I want the ache in my chest to diminish,
to be completely extinguished in a quick fleeting moment.*
But it’s more like erosion,
only washing away the most miniscule amount at a time.
Decreasing the pain in the tiniest of amounts,
taking decades and centuries of
wind,
light,
and rain
to morph it into what I desire it to be,
without any distinguished timeline.
Just natural causes that move uncontrollably along,
constantly irritating,
festering,
and ripping
the scab of the wound in awkward moments of solitude.
I’m a slave to the tormenting low burning throb.
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