You pretend you're hurting,
as they're carving my stone.
Your pretentious tears are what keep
you from burning yourself to ashes too.
You pretend you're innocent,
as they're letting the petals rain.
Your pretentious smile is what keeps
you from thinking about the hell you gave me.
Why are you here?
Why do you care?
Why can't you let me go?
Please, just let me go.
C.
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Subconscious Mind
PoetryMaybe someday, our aching hearts will mend, and the bond that connects us for a lifetime, won't ever be broken. ••• Subconscious /sʌbˈkɒn(t)ʃəs/ of or concerning the part of the mind of which one is not fully aware but which influences one's actions...
