His silence meant he didn't care.
His silence meant he didn't regret.
His silence meant he believed her
- instead of me.
For the sixth time, I said it.
The words that became so accustomed to my brain.
The words that I've always used whenever I felt drained.
"I'm done."
And I walked away.
I was the sun fleeing to the mountains and allowed all the warm colors to dissipate in its absence.
Leaving everything grey and colorless.
And you know what I thought would become colorless without me?
The one who I thought needed me.
The one I thought couldn't live without me.
But you see,
Turns out I was wrong.
I wasn't strong
To handle that knowledge,
Not strong enough to handle this all again.
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A Poet's Random Notes
PoezjaThis is my book take a look. It's nothing special but that's my opinion to you. What have you got to lose? This is random poems I do on random days, so please mind my delay at times. love, hate, misery, joy, confusion, all summed up- all enclosed i...
