We lose so much for so little,
fleeting romance, property and power.
Does it hurts to know that what we once made is now a ghost?You tore my heart into fourteen,
Tell me, how was I supposed to remain serene?
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and fought over a phonecall.You thought I was going to ruin your life,
so you hit me where it hurts the most,
All I ever wanted was for you to be happy, how could you think otherwise?My wounds are still gaping and raw,
you still haunt me in my sleep.
Well, thanks for teaching me what it feels like to lose someone who is still living.I feel you fade away from my life,
All that is left are the memories we made,
Over which I have shed countless unseen tears.You never cared about me, did you?
I don't see your eyes sparkling with grief for losing us,
Don't you feel sorry that what we made is now a ghost, only a ghost?After giving you the best I had,
I took your knives in my back with a smile,
Maybe I can never make you realise how I am hurting to not have you in my life.All I ever wanted to be was your friend,
All I ever wanted was to be with you,
Although our tale is now a ghost, my love for you shall follow you around forever and evermore.~•~
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For the Dead and the Dying ✓
PoetryA collection of poetry on death, dying, healing from loss and bearing it throughout your life. Poems written for all those destined to die by one whose fate is just the same. *** Started: 1/01/2023 Ended: 29/07/2023