20/01/2018
I hope this does not sound cruel,
But I fear I cannot bear
This secret any longer.
They say absence
Makes the heart grow fonder;
Yet I have not missed you
Much at all.
I refuse to accept
The blame for your negligence;
For it was you who
Claimed undying loyalty,
With actions dripping
In contradictions.
But if I am to be honest,
I suppose I must admit
That in a way I am at fault;
For I, too, am a hypocrite.
While it is true
Your inconsistent presence
Has rendered me indifferent,
I must confess
I am too forgiving,
And I have yet to truly
Sever my ties from you.
And so I pray
You be gentle with me,
For I haven't additional hearts to spare.
You only call me
When you need someone;
I loathe how I am always there.
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Charcoal Skies
Poesía❝IF I CANNOT WRITE OF MY WOES AND I CANNOT WRITE TO SAVE THE WORLD, THEN WHAT, DARE I ASK, IS THE POINT OF WRITING AT ALL?❞ A collection of thoughts, ramblings, and poems detailing the composite materials of a war-torn mind. Not recommended for thos...
