I don't care about her
Never cared about him
Then I did (But I don't know what's real)
He loved her
Did he love me?
I don't know
Did she love me?
Probably (maybe)
I didn't know
What is was
But Darkness was growing
Pulling
Leading
Me, away from this world
She saw it
She thought it would go too
It didn't
It grew
Hers did too
Maybe
Our darkness(es)
Grew apart
He didn't move, left behind
Or moved on
I'll never know
She lost him
I thought she was sad
About it
But I'm not sure
Now
That she even had a heart
Maybe she was always a soul
A soul too much for the likes of us
Nevertheless
They loved each other
At some point
I think?
So I pretended I loved him too
Maybe I did
Not sure
But really I met him
Through her
But we found each other again
She and I
Not really
'Found'
More 'Passed'-
Each other
On this highway of life
Cause dark always finds dark
Deviant hearts must touch
But now
I understand our demons
She does too
Now
As I write
Type
Breathe
Try
I still haven't called him
Back
But sisters have each other's backs
And turn their backs
On each other
(For the greater good)
M. White
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Waters of Pain
PoetryLife stories told through raw, unadulterated pain. Each individual piece is it's own completed work but more will be added continually
