April 22nd 2018
Sunday
2:47Am
GOODBYE
Goodbye is a statistic.
You say one.
Every two marriages end in a goodbye.
But, I know all good things must end too.
And there are no,
There can be no
Statistics for doors slammed so hard that they won't reopen, just be broken through;
For eyes shut so hard,away,
In the pretence of sleep, even.
Dreams escape like smoke
through clenched fists.
Goodbye is ashes.
When things you hold on to,
Finally, burn to dust
But there are some memories
That rise like Phoenix
When you set them aflame;
Sometimes, when you burn them again.
Not even ashes remain.
Sometimes, things disappear,
JUST LIKE THAT.
So GOODBYE, is a universal truth.
The spaces within,
The space within spaces,
Are too hard to bridge,
The hardest metric to master.
It's Only
EIGHT LETTERS, THREE VOWELS,
TWO SYLLABLES- it's so small
It can sneak inside cracks
Within hearts, put up roots,
And one day you find yourself.
Questioning how,
It could grow into
The chasm between people.
Who knew everything there was
To know about each other, once.
And then didn't.
Not anymore.
Goodbye is a home love left,
Goodbye is when I left
No posts- it behind.
...................................................................................
Docket to a better person
✓. I am up against the wall.
Kill the old self.
She's not you.
She never can be.
Struggle and watch them from several Miles away.
Be humble, you're not supposed to have an opinion in this world.
So STFU and obey to everything that comes your way.
Don't hand him your troubles.
You're demons are your's to take care of, not his😷
YOU ARE READING
Craysters
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