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you left this earth cold,
nimble,
numb.
and here i am left, in memoir of what you've done.
i ponder over it, wondering where you've gone.
i truly thought you were the happy one.
i wish i could ask,
could speak,
but no one understands what's going on.
the sad thing is, i have been avoiding you for oh-so-long.
in all confidentiality, your image, nor name is yet drawn.
yet, i have this gut feeling, as if i know whom
is in the wrong.
and you, A, you were strong.
i miss you,
i love you,
i reminisce you.
but that can't bring you back.
in my never seen love,
close-gated heart,
there's now a crack.
this is why i chose to block everyone out.
because i lose everyone i love. anyone who gets too close, dies.
and i shout,
i bet up in heaven or down in hell you can hear my cries.
cries of destitute, and for that man,
despise.
a fucked up father with constant reprise.
that led you to your demise.
i could have saved you, repaved your path.
for you to stay a little longer was all that i had asked.
a little longer turned to forever, and i guess that was too much.
so you fulfilled your task and committed such.
black ink ran down my face.
my body shook with venom,
but when others saw and spoke to me,
sorrow, was not a trace.
i concealed my emotions as i learned to do long ago.
you reminded me of what i used to be,
unwilling to let my feelings show.
i never could have guessed,
that your life was just this messed.
the creases in your fairytale that led to your planned death.
that man has yet to witness my wrath.
i haven't let you go.
so after this incident, once again,
i blocked myself from the world - too cruel to let a beautiful, pristine, sweet girl live.
there's a difference in us, i deserve what you got. you had so much to give. yet you suffered a lot.
his actions upon you, to your harm, it brought.
that sick, panderly fustilerian must rot.
you nor i were ever what anyone thought.
i'll never forget you, and i swear, i'll look back on this one day and would never have forgot.
8.14.17 you died.
up until 8.15.17, i cried.
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8/15/17
YOU ARE READING
Dear You
Short Storyto the angelic girl that read this book; to the girl that died, anyway. a book written primarily on a friend's death. i discontinued writing this after i got my emotions out. *** you trained me to hide my emotions in a jar. you told me that feeling...
