Every silent moment was like nails against a chalkboard
The minor hitch in your sigh made me question every action prior
I could feel it
I was able to feel your love for me dwindling away like the end of a burning wick
You told me once that our love would be everlasting
And yet there I was, soaking in every moment we had left
Because I sensed our chapter slowly coming to an end
Despite you constantly telling me it was nothing
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Just something from the vault, if you will. I wrote this in the midst of my healing. Xx
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The Aftermath
PoetryEverybody talks about the pain of going through a toxic relationship, the heartbreak of it all, even, once it all ends. However, nobody really talks about the aftermath. The toxic tendencies that you unwillingly adapt, the constant overthinking and...
