Impossible

Believe,
After every single unfathomable action-
Every tear-
Every lie-
Every attempted gas light-
Every knife in my back.

In love,
When my heart is just dust blown away in the breeze-
When I can't even look at you without the urge for murder or suicide-
When I’m not sure I even think love exists anymore-
When I can’t really even tell what I look like now-
When your words are absolutely worthless.

Impossible.
Because your money is dirt and your time is gold-
And I’m filthy poor-
And I have no more sleepless nights to lose to you-
And I don’t think anyone deserves to be trusted you least of all-
And I can not comprehend ever giving anyone that power over me again.



4/12/2023
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Bell Avatar
April 12, 2023 at 10:56 AM
I think sometimes you don't even realise you've given someone the power over you, and by the time you do, usually murder has been committed.
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April 12, 2023 at 11:01 AM
It's wild the damage unchecked emotions cause.
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