Even with everything that's been said.And everything they'd ever done.
The game they played kept them satisfied enough.
Until one of them had aimlessly won
Rematch after rematch
They burnt each other up in flames.
Until one of them pushed too far
And one stayed back to pick up the remains.
The dynamic was never understood.
Only experienced and felt.
So, it made sense that the constant pain.
Was all they ever dealt
But with damage this far
And a limit that they had both crossed.
Stopping wasn't an option.
When in the end, they both had entirely lost.
Now these bereaved souls
Grieve for what could have been.
Not knowing every game, they ever played
Was always going to come in between.
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Silent Mind
PoetryA collection of poems, prose, maybe short stories. Heartbreak, loss of self, grief...