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#brokenbond
Can’t forgive Can’t forget I have to let you go I cried for you I’d die for you I miss you more than you know You wrote me An angry note And slipped it into my hand With accusations Made of furious ink Telling me your pain is more than you can stand But near the note’s end You write the phrase I love you I break down crying there and then I cut out that sentence In your perfect handwriting And read it over and over again Love and hate Aren’t opposites We loathe and love each other to death Maybe it would hurt less If we didn’t care But we do and it gets worse with every breath I wish we could have it back But the bond’s too broken to repair And it kills me more to stay I’ll miss you past the (wh)Y In eternallY But I have to walk away REPOST IF YOU UNDERSTAND AND LOVE AND LOATHE SOMEONE SIMULTANEOUSLY PLEASE COMMENT, I LOVE TO READ INTERPRETATIONS OF MY WORK.
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
Non-opposite Love and Loathing
You took my wedding day away from me. Even though you have forgotten about me I have never forgotten about you. Someone has even taken your place And I'm torn in two Because he was always there When you never were. He is the rightful owner of the title But **** my heart I can't bring myself to hurt you In the same way that you have hurt me. When I think about that special day In the future I feel a pain because Although I know who deserves to walk me down the aisle I can't imagine having you just sit off to the side Feeling horrible because you never lived up to who you were supposed to be for me I'm a fool It should be easy But every time, Every time I think about that day Instead of feeling joy I just feel pain and heart ache. So I have decided, I won't ever have one. It's hard to choose between the one that loves you with a fullness in their heart Versus the one who could never love with depth even though they are blood. You took that day from me. I don't want to break your heart Even though you so easily broke mine. At the end of the day, He is my dad through and through But there was a time that I remembered where you were once my dad too. Now I see Princesses grow up And fairy tales were never real. You taught me that. And you took my wedding day away from me.
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Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 6:08 PM UTC
You took it away.
Once, I built a sanctuary for you, stone by stone, with the mortar of trust and the glass of faith. I lit candles in your name, believing your presence was holy, believing your words were pure. But shadows crept through the arches, their whispers wearing your voice. The stained glass splintered, colors bleeding into the dirt, saints crumbling into faceless dust. The altar cracked beneath the weight of falsehood, and I was left kneeling in ruins, hands empty, prayers unanswered. False friends do not storm the gates; they enter quietly, draped in the robes of devotion. Their smiles are soft as velvet, their promises gilded like scripture, yet beneath it all they carry the silence of betrayal. You were not my enemy. You were worse, the ghost in the choir, the hollow echo in the hymn. Your absence began long before you left, your faithlessness written in secret ink between the lines of every vow. Now I wander the cathedral of memory, its pews lined with ashes, its windows nothing but jagged teeth of glass. The incense of grief still lingers, smoke that curls around my lungs, a perfume of what was lost. I mourn not only you, but the version of myself who believed the childlike trust, the faith untested, the hope that friendship was sacred. All of it lies entombed here, buried beneath stone and silence. And yet even in this hollowed ruin, I light one candle. Not for you, never for you, but for the lesson carved into bone: that trust, once shattered, does not resurrect. That faith, once broken, becomes a haunting. The cathedral stands, but it is no longer holy. It is a mausoleum of what I gave, what I lost, and what can never return. ©️ Dark Water Diaries
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Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 4:59 PM UTC
Cathedral of Shadows
Once, I built a sanctuary for you, stone by stone, with the mortar of trust and the glass of faith. I lit candles in your name, believing your presence was holy, believing your words were pure. But shadows crept through the arches, their whispers wearing your voice. The stained glass splintered, colors bleeding into the dirt, saints crumbling into faceless dust. The altar cracked beneath the weight of falsehood, and I was left kneeling in ruins, hands empty, prayers unanswered. False friends do not storm the gates; they enter quietly, draped in the robes of devotion. Their smiles are soft as velvet, their promises gilded like scripture, yet beneath it all they carry the silence of betrayal. You were not my enemy. You were worse, the ghost in the choir, the hollow echo in the hymn. Your absence began long before you left, your faithlessness written in secret ink between the lines of every vow. Now I wander the cathedral of memory, its pews lined with ashes, its windows nothing but jagged teeth of glass. The incense of grief still lingers, smoke that curls around my lungs, a perfume of what was lost. I mourn not only you, but the version of myself who believed the childlike trust, the faith untested, the hope that friendship was sacred. All of it lies entombed here, buried beneath stone and silence. And yet even in this hollowed ruin, I light one candle. Not for you, never for you, but for the lesson carved into bone: that trust, once shattered, does not resurrect. That faith, once broken, becomes a haunting. The cathedral stands, but it is no longer holy. It is a mausoleum of what I gave, what I lost, and what can never return. ©️ Dark Water Diaries
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