The day you left
I blamed you for the darkness
That swallowed me when you closed the door
I never thought of getting up
Or turning the lights on
You & that darkness haunted me
Cynthia, the girl I used to know.
Every wound my heart had, glowed fiercely
In the darkness that you caused
And I forgot why you left
And why you locked the door
I forgot how I poisoned your cup with tears
I forgot how long it took you to get here
Many agonizing years
I realised I never really made this house
Feel like home
So I don't blame you for leaving
Not now
Not anymore
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Short StoryAll is quiet at 1:35 a.m., As I try to clear my head. It's as though I've blinked and everything has changed. It's been happening for a long time, I know, But then again, That's how it always is, Isn't it? thoughts of a sleepless poet dipped in hear...
