there's a hole in the making.
i call it The Gape.
it eats and devours
though i try to escape.
it widens and deepens
with every step you take,
and when your feet hit the ground
it bites my heart, and i break.
and before i know it
it'll be all gone, and pain?
i'm afraid that will be all
that could ever remain.
so now that you've left
or are going away,
and i know i can do nothing
to convince you to stay.
take another step
it's quicker in mistake.
i'd rather be reckless and bold
and live with hurt and ache.
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Deepest Afflictions to Random Speculations
PoetrySometimes We cry Sometimes We laugh Sometimes It's one of the same thing Warning: may contain strong language, adult themes, and an unnecessary amount of "extra".
