The peace i see growing in the emptiness and pain of your absence is worth the discomfort i feel.
Ill miss what was there, not you.

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The peace i see growing in the emptiness and pain of your absence is worth the discomfort i feel.
Ill miss what was there, not you.
Bury me in guilt
Self worth non existent
Crushed under the weight of love
Keeping weakness hidden by faux strength
But the knees are feeling week
And I grow tired
Bury me in guilt
Im sorry i couldnt keep it together
I wouldn't choose to offend you
To shake the base you built
To fracture the fragility
With a sentence now buried in guilt
So I seek silence
Where words are weapon
One i know not how to weild
My spark of motivation
My ember of passion
My guide in the darkness
The heat in the cold enough to drive me
Her eyes so deep, so wonderous
Her embrace so warm
Sparks and embers to wildfire
Your love fulfills me, completely.
I forgot you.
Completely moved on.
Washed out your stain.
Finally healed the wounds,
Cured from the cold and pain.
I guess you saw i was happy.
I guess you saw i was fine.
Burrowing back into me.
Showing presence just to remind.
Stealing away my peace
My serenity
And i see your stain again
And i feel your cold again
I wish you would stay gone.
How poetic, the silence of the noise inside my head is the only deafening quiet that brings me peace.
I think i have had enough
And i wish for little more
Wondering when time will catch up with me
Or if i should cut my time.
Whispers
Rumours
Weight pressing down on hollowed chest
Eating at the breaking heart
Stories told as gospel
Passed like it is theirs to tell
Truth eroded, no semblance present
Fiction spread like fact, as falsity is more fitting
Alone and destroyed by halves
Never whole again
Broken
Empty
Forgotten