This gloomy day has finally come to pound on my heart.
Knocking out the one piece that kept me together,
the one that kept my heart away
from the verge of collapse.
Still under your influence.
I've convinced myself that I've severed all the strings that tied me to you.It may be cruel, or it may be human,
hoping
that you'd carry the marks I left behind.But you carry yourself so lightly,
when I thought I'd be like shattered shreds of glass piercing through your skin.I thought I'd leave behind stains of dried blood,
too difficult to rid.But you've moved along scar free,
on to the one that'll truly make you happy.The what-ifs are torturing
the fragile parts of me,
the parts you scarred,
and the parts you loved.We once shared
the mutual misery of heart break,
and now I go through it alone,
caught in the web I've woven,
a web made of swarming thoughts,
those of our
detrimental ending.
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Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoetryHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...