Tough days and long nights
Unrelenting minutes into hours
Vile thoughts burning
Without waning, growing
Xanthic eyes staring away
yearning for her to come back
Zoning out imagining her soft face
always missing
breeding mistrust
concocting untrue stories
denying
envying
forgetting
grieving what could have been
how could things have ended
irreplacable yet gone
Just when things were getting better
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Poetry?
PoetryI came to resolve with myself to publish something on this platform so I decided on writing a little poetry.
