And finally
This time was different…it was the final goodbye.
He is the light, my whole, the pure
How do you know where to fall if you cant see?
"And I will be content in every
circumstance.”
With how many abandonments I have
experienced you would think Id be used to
it, right? It hurts so much each time…. I
know the process…. I can't help being sad
though…how do you move on knowing
they're out there just fine and moving on.
Oh wait, there's no cholce but to go on. Its
soul crushing. It’s living in agony some
days until it gets better. Hopefully it stays
better longer this time. To the better days
??????
What is the joke of life?
Death.
It’s hard to let go of the concept that no
one cares while simultaneously wrapping
your head around the fact that the person
you knew put up a facade.
Feel my wrath and feel my fury for I am a
scorned woman.
Some people go to their grave with their lies for that I will never understand. No
shame.
It shall come to us all,
Death.
The Great Divide
Death,
it shall come to us all.
Some people go to their grave with their lies for that I will never understand. No
shame.
Feel my wrath and feel my fury for I am a
scomed woman.
It’s hard to let go of the concept that no
one cares while simultaneously wrapping
your head around the fact that the person
you knew put up a facade.
What is the joke of death?
Life.
With how many abandonments I have
experienced you would think Id be used to
it, right? It hurts so much each time…. I
know the process…. I can't help being sad
though…how do you move on knowing
they're out there just fine and moving on.
Oh wait, there's no cholce but to go on. Its
soul crushing. It’s living in agony some
days until it gets better. Hopefully it stays
better longer this time. To the better days
??????
"And I will be content in every
circumstance
How do you know where to fall if you cant see?
He is the light, my whole, the pure
This time was different…it was the final goodbye.
And finally
The war is over
Breathe deeply my legacy,
My mysterious abandonments
My asylums of the dead.
So many forgotten dwellings
Now boarded up and cold.
I once wore them and shed them
Like snakeskins.
All these mental spaces,
What was their meaning?
What visitations did I encounter?
So many giant houses of horror,
Gothic crumbling, rotting
mansions of ruin.
There, I was imprisoned
In solitary confinement self-imposed,
Like a rodent feeding on garbage,
I never thought to look beyond.
I breathe deeply into this meager legacy.
Now all these houses remain idle.
Why I occupied them, I will never know.
In my final chapter, I see,
Everything was empty.
I swear you’re haunting me even in death, I can feel your breath, breathing down my neck, I can’t catch a break even for a sec, you’re under my skin like some sort of insect, your hatred pours out in some of my sentences, so I’m asking what my sentence is, am I doomed to a hellish existence? What are my chances, of stepping out of your shadow and making real advancements, when every corner I turn I find another one of your abandonments, I just want to start again, get out of the pen, that you turned into a cage, I realized the bars existed at a young age, you never wanted me to escape, didn’t expect me to end up being brave, but I broke your mold, happiness isn’t bought or sold, it’s created through experiences both had and told, but lies only turn a young hopeful soul, into something bitter and old.
Quitely closing again her cupboard; a slice of hope in tiny hands
Tiptoeing away, another cold as daunting day; embracing, their child
Dirty dish water his hummingbird hovers, then fly's away; creaking steps
Self-conscious humble heart's gazing at the knots, amid her shoe lace
Misfits, another's Nobel prize nirvana's nightingale, to one day write ? Passing
Abandonments shuttered house accursed these ghosts reside; inherent, as cellared
Time's literature and he tossing their pages torn into the pyre while she quoting rhymes....
Parturient pan'handling at pathos bus stop sterile, less love her infants: Stigmata's, loaf of bread.
as happiness avoids me
you leave with her
the one
and you plot
to entreat yourself to friged abandonments
and you still ask
"do i trust you?"
and seem surprised
when i say no
you pretend sadness
and sorrow
but you dont understand
you have never known those true feelings
you act like the wounded man
like you need protection
weaving your sunlit
starry web
you crave her warmth
as i constantly know
you show the obvious with an obvious grin
and yet i cant help but think
that loyalty will follow her
and love will warn her
in the presence of white marble pillars
i dont know if she loves me
and still i trust he more than myself
i cant stop
unthinkable logical falsehoods
persuade my mind
of otherwises
and other ties
you lied and cheated
to win her heart
when i failed with sincerity
i dont understand
i showed her love
and you restorativly remove her stare