Love, can be considered,
A small death when it ends.
But that is never on both sides at
The same time.
Pieces stay with parties, and die out, gradually, at different rates of time.
What is minutes, or even hours to some, is days, weeks, years to the other, some of us die slower.
Some of our hearts take longer to atrophy to a persons affection.
That word, affection. Sounds too similar to affliction to dismiss.
To end one, you cut out the source. But the source of affection is your heart, or so they say.
So is it possible to kill one part of yourself and still live? Or do you use it, and hope that it gets stronger? Possible, but if it is already poisoned, it would just effect the rest of your systems, much like a snakebite.
Give me darkness. Give me quiet. Give me peace. None of us want the kind of pain, or noise that comes with a poisoned person. Even them, they want naught but solace. Serenity. To be ok.
Even the best of people, weren't meant to heal. Most of them were just made to be quiet, and watch, as the rest of us struggle. Because they don't even realize they can't be saved either, so what can they possibly do, except enjoy the show?
We all catch the same boat eventually.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
