//tw: pain, perceived failure
It's going to hurt
No matter what you do
And it's going to sting
Because it meant everything to you
But it didn't mean everything to them
So where there once was love
Now there is only pain
And what once was happiness
Is now nothing but a stain
A piece of the past
That should've been more
More than a fault
More than a fail
More than some attempt
It should've been more
And it wasn't for lack of trying
We saw something we wanted
And we reached for it
We tried to claim it as ours
Something was wasn't meant
To do more than slip through our fingers
Even though we tried
To hold it close to our chests
We weren't supposed to touch it
In the first place
So now we're here
In the dark and cold
Alone and waiting
For someone who cares to come along
To pick us back up
To see our demons and make them breakfast too
We wait for someone who might not exist
Or maybe they do
And we just lost hope
One too many times
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Poetry For The Masses
PoesiaA collection of poetry and poetic stories written by myself about varying topics, from simple pleasures to fantasy worlds to real problems. Organized in the order of which they're written, these stories make up thoughts and ideas that pass through m...
