The words slip from her mouth before she can stop them.
His face contorts as he understands what he heard.
The fragile line that held them together snaps,
and I can feel it.
That's who I am.
The one who is always present,
but not always recognized.
The one everyone fears.
I am as hurtful as the wind on an icy day.
I am physically mental.
Mentally physical.
Everyone knows my presence,
and no one can comfort those I choose to settle with.
The little girl you saw crying yesterday,
I rerouted her mind to cut the line holding them together.
I am directly after Alpha, but before Omega.
I am the in between.
I am every tear that falls,
and every mascara stained hoodie.
I am the leader of suicide,
I am the reason you never forgave them.
Because of me, love is a lie.
No one would ever guess,
and those who do don't believe it.
Because no one believes a heartbreak could be as effective as it actually is.
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If You Believe...
PoetryBelieve is a compilation of poems that revolve around believing something, or believing nothing. A few of these poems are kind of depressing, but they're also thought provoking, and that's my end goal. Some of these poems are literally when I just w...
